"Then I would submit to your intelligence and not complain."
"Also if I were to destroy your happiness forever?"
"Even then—I would live in the past and be rich."
"Then listen to me, Haydee—we must separate."
"Separate?" repeated Haydee, leaping up terrified and her eyes filling with tears.
"Yes—for some time—a few months."
"Thy will be done," uttered Haydee sighing; "I know that a sacred duty calls you away, and God will strengthen me to bear the trial!"
"Thanks, Haydee, for this word—it will accompany me when I am away from you!"
"And to what place does your duty call you?"
"To Algiers—in the desert! I am obliged to return a son to his mother, or even die, if circumstances should become mightier than my will."