A moment longer she lingered, then turned slowly away; and I watched
her figure growing fainter and fainter till it was lost. I sprang
after her; my voice rang out hollow, and broke with terror and pain
and longing:
"Georgiana! Georgiana!"
"Oh, Adam, _Adam_!" I heard her cry, with low, piercing tenderness,
as she ran back to me through the darkness.
When we separated we lighted fresh candles and set them in our
windows, to burn a pure pathway of flame across the intervening
void. Henceforth we are like poor little foolish children, so
sick and lonesome in the night without one another. Happy, happy
night to come when one short candle will do for us both!
. . . Ah, but the long, long silence of the trees! . . .