We two should need no more to say good-night.”
“Good-bye,” she said, and left me in the gloom.
XLI.
Then was it, as I turn’d about, by chance,
I came on Elbert; and my whole soul rose
To dash at him its briny bitterness.
Is he here, thought I,—he to whom, alas,
The very potion, poisoning all my hopes,
Will prove the sparkling nectar of success,
And bring good cheer, though bringing death to me?—