Go up to your own room; think over all I have said, and, Jane, cast a glance on my sufferings — think of me.”

He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. “Oh, Jane! my hope — my love — my life!” broke in anguish from his lips. Then came a deep, strong sob.

I had already gained the door; but, reader, I walked back — walked back as determinedly as I had retreated. I knelt down by him; I turned his face from the cushion to me; I kissed his cheek; I smoothed his hair with my hand.

“God bless you, my dear master!” I said.

“God keep you from harm and wrong — direct you, solace you — reward you well for your past kindness to me.”