"You can but try," said the gallant captain. "'Faint heart never won fair lady.'"
And Winans resolved to "try."
[CHAPTER XIV.]
"IN HIS HEART CONSENTING TO A PRAYER GONE BY."
"The boon for which we gasp in vain,
If hardly won at length, too late made ours,
When the soul's wing is broken, comes like rain."
—Hemans.
"Fare thee well! Yet think awhile
On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee;
Who now would rather trust than smile,
And die with thee than live without thee."
—Moore.
Sitting at her window watching the radiant day hiding its blushes on the breast of night, Lulu Clendenon's heart was full of a strange, aching pain. She had, as Captain Fontenay had told Winans, removed to the hotel where Mrs. Conway had taken rooms, to remain until Mrs. Winans recovered from her attack of impending brain fever.