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Hurd, and even liberty come
too late for true love. She looked again at the statue of grief by her
side; and burst out crying in earnest.
This was unfortunate. Shallow pity exuding in salt water leaves not
enough behind to gush forth in good deeds.
She only tried to undo her own work in part; to comfort him a little with
commonplaces. She told him in a soothing whisper there were other women
in the world besides this inconstant girl, others who could love him as
he deserved.
He made no answer to all she could say, but just waved his hand once
impatiently. Petty consolation seemed to sting him.
She drew back discouraged; but only for a while. He was silent.
With one grand serpentine movement she came suddenly close to him, and,
standing half behind him, laid her hand softly on his shoulder, and
poured burning love in his ear. "Alfred," she murmured, "we are both
unhappy; let us comfort one another. I had pity on you at Silverton
House, I pity you now: pity _me_ a little in turn: take me out of this
dreadful house, out of this revolting life, and let me be with you.


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