And hers all tenderness and sympathy:
His time to go has come; this night will be
His last beneath her father’s roof. In two
Short months, by merest chance, their youthful hearts
Have learned to beat as one, yet hopelessly.
Behind a tree[387] two other forms crouch low;
Her father, and her suitor, Victor Dale.
They glide away[388] unseen.
That night when all
Were gathered round the hearth, Mark Lysle,