MissMonro,jealousofeverysound,followedhim,withstepsallthemoreheavybecausetheyweretakenwithsomuchcare,downthestairs,backintothedrawing-room.Bythebed-candleflaringinthedraught,shesawthattherewastheglitteringmarkofwettearsonhischeek;andshefelt,asshesaidafterwards,\"sorryfortheyoungman.\"Andyetsheurgedhimtogo,forsheknewthatshemightbewantedupstairs.Hetookherhand,andwrungithard.
\"Thankyou.Shelookedsochanged——oh!shelookedasthoughsheweredead.Youwillwrite——HerbertLivingstone,LanghamVicarage,Yorkshire;youwillpromisemetowrite.IfIcoulddoanythingforher,butIcanbutpray.Oh,mydarling;mydarling!andIhavenorighttobewithher.\"
\"Goaway,there\'sagoodyoungman,\"saidMissMonro,allthemorepressingtohurryhimoutbythefrontdoor,becauseshewasafraidofhisemotionovermasteringhim,andmakinghimnoisyinhisdemonstrations.\"Yes,Iwillwrite;Iwillwrite,neverfear!\"andsheboltedthedoorbehindhim,andwasthankful.
Twominutesafterwardstherewasalowtap;sheundidthefastenings,andtherehestood,paleinthemoonlight.
\"Pleasedon\'ttellherIcametoaskabouther;shemightnotlikeit.\"