Her lip quivered, and she hid her eyes with her hand.
"But come, your husband is here," she said, as Nameless re-appeared, his form once more clad in the faded frock-coat, but with a cloak drooping from his shoulders. "You must away, and at once."
"Frank,"—and Nameless, trembling with agitation, approached her, "we will meet again in happier hours."
O, the strange look of her eyes, the bitter mocking curl of her lip!
"We will never meet again," she answered, in a voice that sunk into his heart. Then burying the chain and golden cross in her bosom, she placed a letter in his hand,—"Swear to me that you will not read this, until three hours at least are passed?"
"I promise,—"
"Nay, you must swear it,—"
"I swear, in the sight of Heaven!"
"Now depart, and,—" she turned her face away from their gaze, and pointed to the door.
As she turned away, Mary approached her, and put her arms about her neck, and her eyes brim full of tears all the while,—kissed her on the forehead and the lips, saying at the same time, and from the depths of her heart, "May God in Heaven bless you!"