"Good-bye, and God bless you," said Lady Laura. "Give me your hand," said he. And she gave him her hand. "I don't suppose you know what it is to love dearly." "I hope I do." "But to be in love! I believe you do not. And to miss your love! I think,—I am bound to think that you have never been so tormented. It is very sore;—but I will do my best, like a man, to get over it." "Do, my friend, do. So small a trouble will never weigh heavily on shoulders such as yours."
