A wonderful change came over his face.
He sat at my feet, and his head he laid
Low down on my lap, and he did not move,
But he murmur'd softly, 'I am afraid
I shall make a fool of myself, my love.'
And then he suddenly burst into tears
(I had never seen tears in Harry's eyes),
And he cried, 'If I live a hundred years,
I shall see the wild face of Jack Devize!'
Then I felt the doom that was o'er us laid,