"No hope?"
"None." And though he tried to squeeze his eyes together very tight, the great tears would come dropping down.
Sabina took him to a sofa, and sat him down while he made his little moan.
"I told you that she was in love with the American."
"Then why don't he come back and marry her! Hang him, I'll go after him and make him!" cried Scoutbush, glad of any object on which to vent his wrath.
"You can't, for nobody knows where he is. Now do be good and patient; you will forget all this."
"I shan't!"
"You will; not at first, but gradually; and marry some one really more fit for you."
"Ah, but if I marry her I shan't love her; and then, you know, Mrs. Mellot, I shall go to the bad again, just as much as ever. Oh, I was trying to be steady for her sake!"
"You can be that still."