“You will stand above us,” he said, hastily.
She sighed and was silent.
“Above us—ever. You have a great soul. God knows I shall need the thought of you to help me to play my part.”
“I may see you—sometimes?”
They looked in each other’s eyes with an involuntary tenderness that was pathetic in the extreme.
“Sometimes.”
“Oh yes; I could not bare to lose you always. You need not fear me, dear; I shall not weaken you. That which is in our hearts is not of earth but of heaven.”
“We have vowed our vow!”
“Nor shall we break it. You must be true to her, Gabriel, for she is your wife. I was half tempted once, but now my love is greater than to plot for self. We shall be together in spirit.”
“Always.”