I suppose I bungled in my desire to be unselfish. What she said came to me in new lights upon what I had done � But anyhow her statements were such that I felt I could not, should not, remain. My very presence must have been a trouble to her hereafter. There was nothing for it but to come away. There was no place for me! No hope for me! There is none on this side of the grave! � For I love her still, more than ever. I honour and worship her still, and ever will, and ever must! � I am content to forego my own happiness; but I feel there is a danger to her from what has been. That there is and must be to her unhappiness even from the fact that it was I who was the object of her wrath; and this adds to my woe. Worst of all is � the thought and the memory that she should have done so; she who � she � ‘

He turned away