"We know nothing. There may be a to-morrow;" at which I merely laughed again.
"Wife of V. Hilton!" I repeated, reading from the stone. "If she had been, Dick, it would not have been so hard."
Dick said nothing. After a time he urged me to come away from the grave.
"Where? To what?" I asked him; and we both stood silent, gazing upon her cross.
Months have passed by, and Dick consoles me still, and tells me I shall refind the zest of life by and by, later on, in the future, to-morrow.