Whose thoughts are all thine own.
“By day or night, in weal or woe,
That heart no longer free
Must bear the love it can not show
And silent ache for thee.”
But whatever cruel pain this unexpected meeting produced on Arthur and Cinthia, its effect on Frederick Foster was wholly joyful.
He could scarcely believe his own joyful sight when he saw Cinthia again.
For weary months, ever since their abrupt parting on the New York pier, she had been lost to him as wholly as if she were already in her grave.
The most eager and anxious inquiry on his part had failed to disclose her whereabouts.
With genuine grief—for he was most passionately in love with Cinthia—he had given up the hopeless quest, realizing that nothing but blind chance would ever bring them together again.