you, and we might be so happy?" Oh, why! why!
You asked Will to go to walk. He started, and I ran and forced him
back. To punish him, I shut him up in the room, forgetting that you
had placed your gun behind the door. In my insane terror I charged
you with murdering him, Harold. Before he died he confessed that he
had loaded it,—put in the very bullet that was to end his life.
Harold, can you forgive me when I say that I knew this when I saw you
at his funeral, and did not tell you? Yes, when I saw you so changed
that I scarcely recognized you, I kept his dying messages, which