You are giving ample reason why you
should not see him yet; and I tell you plainly you can't see him
till you are just as composed as I am."
She burst into a joyous, half-hysterical laugh as she exclaimed,
"That's not asking much. I never saw you so moved, papa. Little
wonder! The dead is alive again! Oh, papa, papa, you don't
understand me at all! Could I hear such tidings composedly--I who
have wept so many long nights and days over his death? I must give
expression to overwhelming feeling here where it can do no harm,
but if I had seen him--when I do see him--ah! he'll receive no
harm from me."
"But, Helen, think of Hobart," cried Mrs. Kemble, in sharp
distress.
"Mother, mother, I cannot help it. Albert is alive, ALIVE! The old
feeling comes back like the breaking up of the fountains of the
great deep. You cannot know, cannot understand; Hobart will. I'm
sorry, SORRY for him; but he will understand. I thought Albert was
dead; I wanted to make Hobart happy. He was so good and kind and
deserving that I did love him in a sincere, quiet way, but not
with my first love, not as I loved Albert.
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