. The writings of Anthony Trollope . elfdisgraced in my own judgment? Then there was apause for some moments as though he had left herwithout another word to say. Shall I go now? heasked. Oh, Frank! I fear that my presence only makes you unhappy. Then what will your absence do ? When shall Isee you again ? But, no; I will not see you for many days,—not for years. Why should I?Frank, is it wicked that I should love you? Hecould only shake his head in answer to this. If it beso wicked that I must be punished for it eternally stillI love you. I can never, never, never love c
. The writings of Anthony Trollope . elfdisgraced in my own judgment? Then there was apause for some moments as though he had left herwithout another word to say. Shall I go now? heasked. Oh, Frank! I fear that my presence only makes you unhappy. Then what will your absence do ? When shall Isee you again ? But, no; I will not see you for many days,—not for years. Why should I?Frank, is it wicked that I should love you? Hecould only shake his head in answer to this. If it beso wicked that I must be punished for it eternally stillI love you. I can never, never, never love cannot understand it. Oh God,—that I had neverunderstood it myself ! I think, I think, that I wouldgo with you now anywhere, facing all misery, all judg-ments, all disgrace. You know, do you not, that if itwere possible, I should not say so. But as I knowthat you would not stir a step with me, I do say so. I know it is not meant. It is meant, though it could not be done. Frank,I must not see her, not for a while; not for years. I. • hate herwhen sh? mber it. ;ke. She m Do not say that you I have i Frar- .toucl ] rdly ., , , rr „-s though Mabel, good-byer \k% her. But e, and throw-ad among the . not to b ? he sal make adissent and he left her, muttering just I be- label, good-1. MABEL, GOOD-BYE. 243 do not wish to hate her, but how can I help it? Doyou remember when she flew into your arms in thisroom? I remember it. Of course you do. It is your great joy now to re-member that, and such like. She must be very good!Though I hate her! Do not say that you hate her, Mabel. Though I hate her she must be good. It was afine and a brave thing to do. I have done it; butnever before the world like that; have I, Frank? Oh,Frank, I shall never do it again. Go now, and do nottouch me. Let us both pray that in ten years we maymeet as passionless friends. He came to her hardlyknowing what he meant, but purposing, as though byinstinct, to take her hand as he parted from her.
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