for it—very grateful to you, for not letting me go away without bidding you good-bye.”
“Oh!” she said innocently, “how could I let you go, after we have passed so many happy days together!”
“Those days may never return, Miss Fairlie—my way of life and yours are very far apart. But if a time should come, when the devotion of my whole heart and soul and strength will give you a moment’s happiness, or spare you a moment’s sorrow, will you try to remember the poor drawing-master who has taught you?
and interest in anything that affects Miss Fairlie’s happiness or yours.”
“I am glad to hear you say so. You are the only person in the house, or out of it, who can advise me. Mr. Fairlie, in his state of health and with his horror of difficulties and mysteries of all kinds, is not to be thought of.