I thought my love was
buried with him; but it has burst the grave as he has. Papa, papa,
let me go to him, now, NOW! You say he is sick; it is my place to
nurse him back to life. Who has a better right? Why do you not
bring him here?"
"Perhaps it will be best, since Helen feels so," said Mr. Kemble,
looking at his wife.
"Well, I don't know," she replied with a deep sigh. "We certainly
don't wish the public to be looking on any more than we can help.
He should be either here or at his own home."
"There's more reason for what you say than you think," Mr. Kemble
began.
"There, papa," interrupted Helen, "I'd be more or less than human
if I could take! this undreamed-of news quietly, I can see how
perplexed and troubled you've been, and how you've kindly tried to
prepare me for the tidings. You will find that I have strength of
mind to meet all that is required of me. It is all simpler to me
than to you, for in a matter of this kind the heart is the guide,
indeed, the only guide. Think! If Albert had come back months ago;
if Hobart had brought him back wounded and disabled--how would we
have acted? Only our belief in his death led to what has happened
since, and the fact of life changes everything back to--"
"Now, Helen, stop and listen to me," said her father, firmly.
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