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He has laid heavy burdens upon me. He is
responsible for them, not I. If I break, He also will be
responsible."
"Hobart," said Mr. Kemble, earnestly, "you must not break under
this, for our sake as well as your own. I have the presentiment
that we shall all need you yet, my poor girl perhaps most of all.
She doesn't, she can't realize it. Now, the dead is alive again.
Old girlish impulses and feelings are asserting themselves. As is
natural, she is deeply excited; but this tidal wave of feeling
will pass, and then she will have to face both the past and
future. I know her well enough to be sure she could never be happy
if this thing wrecked you. And then, Hobart," and the old man sank
his voice to a whisper, "suppose--suppose Nichol continues the
same."
"He cannot," cried Martine, almost desperately. "Oh, Mr. Kemble,
don't suggest any hope for me. My heart tells me there is none,
that there should not be any. No, she loved him as I have loved
her from childhood. She is right. I do understand her so well that
I know what the future will be.


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