But the third night both arrived at the trysting spot with
determination screwed up to the sticking point.
Charles was the first to speak. As the figure of Mivanway came
towards him, with its eyes fixed sadly on him, he moved from the
shadow of the rocks, and stood before it.
"Mivanway!" he said.
"Charles!" replied the figure of Mivanway. Both spoke in an awed
whisper suitable to the circumstances, and each stood gazing
sorrowfully upon the other.
"Are you happy?" asked Mivanway.
The question strikes one as somewhat farcical, but it must be
remembered that Mivanway was the daughter of a Gospeller of the old
school, and had been brought up to beliefs that were not then out
of date.
"As happy as I deserve to be," was the sad reply, and the answer--
the inference was not complimentary to Charles's deserts--struck a
chill to Mivanway's heart.
"How could I be happy having lost you?" went on the voice of
Charles.
Now this speech fell very pleasantly upon Mivanway's ears. In the
first place it relieved her of her despair regarding Charles's
future. No doubt his present suffering was keen, but there was
hope for him.
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