He nodded.
They both turned pale. They were silent. They gazed at each other deeply and wistfully.
"Ah! I can't! I can't!" murmured Colina brokenly. "Such a little time to be happy!"
They flew to each other's arms.
"No—not quite good-by!" said Ambrose shakily. "I'll write to you to-morrow morning—everything I think of to-night. I'll send it by Tole Grampierre. You can send an answer by him."
"Ah, my dear love, if you forget me I shall die!"
"You doubt me still! I tell you, you have changed everything for me.
I cannot forget you unless I lose my mind!"
CHAPTER X.
ANOTHER VISITOR.
Ambrose, having filled the day as best he could with small tasks, was smoking beside his fire and enviously watching his dog. Job had no cares to keep him wakeful. It was about eight o'clock, and still full day.