"I should be the most ungrateful wretch living," he said, "if Idid not think of you, and you only, now that my confession is made. We will leave Munich to-morrow--and, if resolution can help me, I will only remember the sweetest woman my eyes ever looked on as the creature of a dream."She hid her face on his breast, and reminded him of that letter of her writing, which had decided the course of their lives.
"When I thought you might meet the happy woman in my life-time, Isaid to you, 'Tell me of it--and I promise to tell _her_ that she has only to wait.' Time must pass, Ernest, before it can be needful to perform my promise. But you might let me see her. If you find her in the gallery to-morrow, you might bring her here."Mrs. Lismore's request met with no refusal. Ernest was only at a loss to know how to grant it.