"You will come to-morrow?" she said.
"Not to-morrow," he answered, gently. "I am going out of town for the day. But I will come again soon."
At the door he turned and looked back, his eyes full of infinite pity. Oh! how gladly he would have bestowed upon her the love that had so strangely gone out to Helena, had it been in his power.
"If God, among his gifts to mortals, had given us the ability to transfer an unwise love, how much misery we should be saved," he thought, as he went out.
[CHAPTER XIX.]
A STORY AND A REVELATION.
