human
Call me your love once more, and I shall know that all is past.
gpt
Then call me no more Elsley, love! whispered he.
human
Call me John Briggs, and let us have done with shams for ever.
gpt
No; you are my Elsley--my Vavasour! and I am your wife once more! and the poor thing fondled his head as it lay upon the pillow.
human
My own Elsley, to whom I gave myself, body and soul; for whom I would die now, --oh, such a death!--any death!
gpt
How could I doubt you?--fool that I was!
human
No, it was all my fault. It was all my odious temper! But we will be happy now, will we not?
gpt
But promise me one thing!
human
What?
gpt
That you will go home and burn all the poetry--all the manuscripts, and never let the children write a verse--a verse--when I am dead?
human
He is dead!
gpt
He is not dead, madam: but you must be very gentle with him, if we are to--
human
I will do anything,--only save him!--save him! Mr. Thurnall, till I have atoned for all.
gpt
You have little enough to atone for, madam,