There was something in his manner that awed her,--and something also that softened her.
"Tell me," said he, "that I may see you again to-morrow morning in our usual quiet, loving way, and that I may return home to-morrow evening.

Pronounce a yea to that speech from me, and I will ask for nothing further." "No; I cannot do so," she said.

And the tone of her voice, as she spoke, was different to any tone that he had heard before from her mouth.
"Is that melancholy fiend too strong for you ?" He smiled as he said this, and as he smiled, he took her hand.

She did not attempt to withdraw it, but sat by him in a strange calmness, looking straight before her into the middle of the room.

"You have not struggled with it.