If adieus are painful in reality, they ate intensely stupid on paper—a landscape without a foreground—so I spare you next morning's leave-takings.
Guy had said nothing to his cousin then of the plan he had determined on. I was glad of it. I was glad not to see, at parting, her sweet face so sad as I am sure it became when she heard that she was to struggle against Brace's persecutions and her own antipathies unaided and alone.
I wandered through many counties, and then went to Ireland. During the next few months I saw the faces I had left behind me many times, but only in my dreams.
CHAPTER XVI.
"The only living thing he could not hate
Was reft at once—and he deserved his fate,
But did not feel it less; the good explore
For peace, these realms where guilt can never soar;
The proud—the wayward—who have fixed below