“And it is all over, Richard?”
“All over, Ira; and he is dead; and she is mad for ever, I fear.”
“Is it not better so? O, my dear! if she should live to realise what she had done!”
“I hope she will die.”
“It is best to hope it.”
“Everything shall be best now—now that I have you again. I have been afraid, Ira.”
“Afraid of what, Richard?”
“I had not heard from you for so long. I was troubled.”
“Troubled?”
“I imagined things. My mind has been in such a state.”