Pray for poor Phoebe, that goes against her will to Africa, and leaves her heart with thee." This was too much even for the selfish Reginald.

He kneeled at her knees, and took her hand, and kissed it, and actually shed a tear or two over it.
She could not speak.

He had no hope of changing her resolution; and presently he heard Dick's voice outside, so he got up to avoid him.
"I'll come again in the morning, before you go." "Oh, no! no!" she gasped.

"Unless you want me to die at your feet.

I am almost dead now." Reginald slipped out by the kitchen.
Dick came in, and found his sister leaning with her head back against the wall.