“I meant it might be painful to you after all. What I wish is of no moment.”
“Maheleth, how can you say so, when you know I shall always feel for you the same love I do now?”
“Well, my friend, let that pass. Write to me, then; you know your letters will be welcome.”
“I will always let you know about your father.”
“You will not always stay in Frankfort?”
“Not quite, but I shall be here again this time next year.”
She smiled and said:
“I might not be here myself.”
“Then I shall see you wherever you are, and I shall ask you the same question you have answered once.”
“Ah! Henry, do not trust to accidents! It may never be; forget me, as I already told you.”