"Oh, Isabel--to die!" he moaned one night as she sat by his side.
"But think, dear," she answered, with her head turned away, "think of Jenny."
"Perhaps there is no Jenny."
No Jenny! Isabel's heart gave a little cry. No Jenny! Then there could be no harm ...
"Theophil," she said, after a silence, "have you forgotten something we said to each other that day,--something we promised?"
For answer he looked at her with awed and suddenly enlightened eyes.
"Do you mean that?" he asked. "You mustn't mean that."
"Do you think I could care any more for life?" she asked. "Would you?"
"No," he answered simply.
"May I, then?"