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shelovedhim.Forherhemightruinhislife,hemightlosehissoul.Shecaredfornothingitwasallandallforlove.
Hefledagain,andsheturnedhereyesonmeoncemore.Perhapsshefeltsorryformypain,perhapsshefanciedmylovewouldeffacetheremembranceofhim.Andweweremarried.Ah!nowthatshewasdeadIcouldallowhergoodintentions.Shemayhaveintendedtobefaithfultomeshemayhavethoughtshecouldtrulyloveandhonourme.Perhapsshetriedwhoknows?Butlove—lovecaresnotforvows.Itwastoostrongforher,toostrongforhim.Idonotknowwhethershesentforhim,orwhetherhe,intheextremityofhispassion,cametoherbutwhathadhappenedsooftenhappenedagain.Theythreweverythingtothewinds,andgavethemselvesovertothelovethatkills....
ThelonghourspassedasIthoughtofthesethings,andthecandleswereburnttotheirsockets.
AtlastIfeltatouchonmyshoulder,andheardFabio'svoice.
'Master,itisnearlymorning.'
Istoodup,andheadded,—
'Theyputhiminthechapelwithoutaskingme.Youarenotangry?'
'Theydidwell!'
Hehesitatedamomentandthenasked,—
'WhatshallIdo?'
Ilookedathim,notunderstanding.
'Hecannotremainhere,andshe—shemustbeburied.'
'Takethemtothechurch,andlaytheminthetombmyfatherbuilt—together.'
'Themantoo?'heasked.'Inyourowntomb?'
Isighedanda
