I had clean forgotten that the dead man by whom the girl was standing was her father; but her next words, which were spoken from deepest despair, reminded me of it grimly.
"I will not leave him," she said.
"You must!"
"I cannot."
"What," said I, "would he himself have had you do?"
Her determination faltered.
"Come! You cannot do anything more for him! Come."
She shook her head.
"Then I shall stay," I said.
"No," said she, and I saw that there was a change in her manner toward me. "You will go and I—I—"