"No, no--don't say it! Say nothing to-day, but just `Good-bye.' I
don't want to think of the future--it's too soon. You said we must not
think of ourselves."
"I did. You are quite right, but sometimes it is difficult to be
consistent. You are not angry with me for coming to-day?"
He held out his hand as he spoke, and--I was inconsistent, too! I laid
mine in it, and we stood with clasped fingers, quite still and silent
for a long, long time, but I think we said many things to each other,
all the same.
Then Will went away--my Will!--and I came upstairs to my room, and sat
down all alone. No, that is not true--I can never fed alone now as long
as I live!