“William.”
“Ah, Heaven pity me, I am so lonely!”
“God—God has set you apart.”
The Prince looked up; the hazel eyes were full of tears.
“I will be resolute—I will be calm—only if you could stay.”
“I am dying; but you will not forget me nor how—I spoke.”
The tears ran down the young man’s cheeks; he trembled violently.
“I love you—no one else—I think. If you could stay—and see—how I obey you.”
The pastor smiled faintly.
“I am very happy.”