veweenmeandwhatInaturallyaablyloved.

    “Itisalongway,”Iagainsaid.

    “Itis,tobesure;andwhenyougettoBitternuttLodge,aught,Ireland,Ishallneverseeyouagain,Jahat’smorallycertain.InevergoovertoIreland,nothavingmyselfmuchofafancyforthetry.Wehavebeengoodfriends,Jane;havewenot?”

    “Yes,sir.”

    “Andwhenfriendsareontheeveofseparation,theyliketospeletimethatremainstothemclosetoeachother.e!we’lltalkoverthevoyageaingquietlyhalf-an-hourorso,whilethestarseotheirshininglifeupinheavenyonder:hereisthechestnuttree:hereisthebenchatitsoldroots.e,wewillsitthereio-night,thoughweshouldnevermorebedestiosittheretogether.”Heseatedmeandhimself.

    “ItisalongwaytoIreland,Ja,andIamsorrytosendmylittlefriendonsuchwearytravels:butifI’tdobetter,howisittobehelped?Areyouanythingakintome,doyouthink,Jane?”

    Icouldrisknosortofahistime:myheartwasstill.

    “Because,”hesaid,“Isometimeshaveaqueerfeelingwithregardtoyou—especiallywhenyouarenearme,asnow:itisasifIhadastringsomewhereundermyleftribs,tightlyaricablykoasimilarstringsituatedinthecorrespondingquarterofyourlittleframe.Andifthatboisterousel,andtwohundredmilesorsooflandebroadbetweenus,Iamafraidthatmunionwillbesnapt;andthenI’veanervousnotionIshouldtaketobleedinginwardly.Asforyou,—you’dfetme.”

    “ThatInevershould,sir:youknow—”Impossibletoproceed.

    “Jane,doyouhearthatnightingalesinginginthewood?Listen!”

    Inlistening,Isobbedvulsively;forIcouldrepresswhatIendurednolonger;Iwasobligedtoyield,andIwasshakenfromheadtofootwit