"Then, good-by."
She raised her face, pale and pleading, to his:
"Kiss me good-by, Frank, and say, 'God bless me,' please," she whispered.
He did as she pleaded, but there was an injured air in his manner. As he parted from her, she sprang after him, crying:
"Forgive me, Frank, if I have wounded you. Know that to me it is worse. One little parting look of love, darling!"
"Oh, Susie, how can you?" He pressed her again to his heart, looked lovingly enough: but his eyes, as plain as words could, repeated Tennyson's lines:
"Trust me all in all,
Or not at all."
And, determined to make one more appeal, he said:
"Susie, darling! love! trust me for happiness. You will never repent it. Come!"
"No, no. Go!"