"Don't," she exclaimed, grasping his coat. "Get up, quick."
He rose, awkwardly she thought, and stood before her.
"We were so happy together once, dear—do you remember—in the first days, when you promised yourself to me? And now I know that in your heart you still care for me. You said so. Say you will come—say you will trust me—you will start to-morrow. If you can't come so soon I will wait, wait till you can come," he added, and she felt the trembling touch of his hands on hers, and his breath beating on her face.
"Don't, please," and she pushed back his hands. "Some one might see."
"What does it matter, my darling? We are going to belong to one another for always. I am going to wait for you, darling—to be your slave—to give up every moment of my life to you . . . It's the thought of you that's made me live, dear . . . You brought me back to life, that day you came . . . I've thought of nothing but you since. I've been arranging it all———"
"It's impossible," she interrupted.
"No, dear, it's not impossible," he pleaded.
"You've resigned your living—left the Church?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes, everything," he answered proudly.
"And all because you cared so for me?"
"I can't begin to live again without you. I would suffer eternal punishment gladly to win you . . . You will trust yourself to me darling; say you will trust me."
"Of course, Alec, I trust you. But you've no right to———"
"Oh! because you're married, and it's a sin, and I'm a clergyman. But I'm a man first. And for you I've given it all up—everything. You don't understand my love for you."
"Yes, yes, I do," she answered quickly, alarmed by the earnest-ness
