“ I have come to warn you to be more than ever careful.” It was, I confess, a pang to me, who thought only of love, to hear that anything else should have been the initiative power of her coming, even though it had been her concern for my own safety. I could not but notice the bitter note of chagrin in my voice as I answered:
“ It was for love’s sake that I came.” She, too, evidently felt the undercurrent of pain, for she said quickly:
“ Ah, dearest, I, too, came for love’s sake. It is because I love you that I am so anxious about you. What would the world—ay, or heaven—be to me without you?”
There was such earnest truth in her tone that the sense and realization of my own harshness smote me. In the presence of such love as this even a lover’s selfishness must become
