"Hush!" he said, pressing her little face against his breast as if

she were an infant. "It is bereavement that has brought you to this!

Such remorse is not for you, my sensitive plant, but for the wicked

ones of the earth--who never feel it!"

"I ought not to stay like this," she murmured, when she had remained

in the position a long while.

"Why not?"

"It is indulgence."

"Still on the same tack! But is there anything better on earth than

that we should love one another?"

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"Yes. It depends on the sort of love; and yours--ours--is the

wrong."

"I won't have it, Sue! Come, when do you wish our marriage to be

signed in a vestry?"

She paused, and looked up uneasily. "Never," she whispered.

Not knowing the whole of her meaning he took the objection serenely,

and said nothing. Several minutes elapsed, and he thought she had

fallen asleep; but he spoke softly, and found that she was wide awake

all the time. She sat upright and sighed.

"There is a strange, indescribable perfume or atmosphere about you

to-night, Sue," he said. "I mean not only mentally, but about your

clothes, also. A sort of vegetable scent, which I seem to know, yet

cannot remember."

"It is incense."

"Incense?"

"I have been to the service at St. Silas', and I was in the fumes of

it."

"Oh--St. Silas."

"Yes. I go there sometimes."

"Indeed. You go there!"

"You see, Jude, it is lonely here in the weekday mornings, when you

are at work, and I think and think of--of my--" She stopped till she

could control the lumpiness of her throat. "And I have taken to go

in there, as it is so near."

"Oh well--of course, I say nothing against it. Only it is odd, for

you. They little think what sort of chiel is amang them!"

"What do you mean, Jude?"

"Well--a sceptic, to be plain."

"How can you pain me so, dear Jude, in my trouble! Yet I know you

didn't mean it. But you ought not to say that."

"I won't. But I am much surprised!"

"Well--I want to tell you something else, Jude. You won't be angry,

will you? I have thought of it a good deal since my babies died.

I don't think I ought to be your wife--or as your wife--any longer."




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