'No; have you forgotten what I said to you?'
'I have no memory but for bright and pleasant things. I can recall but one thing distinctly—that you love me.'
She heaved a sigh and laid her brow on his shoulder.
'My dear one,' said he, 'why are you so down-hearted? I love no one in the world but you, never have loved another, not even with a boy's fancy, and never can love any one else.'
'It is sweet to me to hear this, Jack; it is like the singing of larks in early spring, and yet it troubles my heart. A thick fog is about me. I can see no way.'
'But I have your hand, and can lead you.'
'We can never go hand in hand together.'
'Why not? I want no other companion. I will have no other; and if you can put up with such an one as I——'
'I!—oh, how I would it could be so! But it cannot be. Indeed, indeed, believe me, it cannot be.'