Then I began to think how lonely and unconnected I am, and I have been wicked enough to envy your treasures of affection for ever denied to me.

I felt as if there was no one to love me in the wide world.

But you have remembered me, Edith, even in the depth of your joy, ingrate that I am.

Forgive me," said I, passing my arms round her beautiful white neck.

"I will try to be good after this." She kissed me, and told me to bathe my eyes and come right down, her mother said I must.