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1069 very much, dear fellow. Let me hear you say you are happy, if you can.’ ‘I must tell you something, first. I should not have a secret from you. You would not blame me, at a time like this, I know.’ ‘I blame you!’ exclaimed Nicholas. ‘I am sure you would not. You asked me why I was so changed, and--and sat so much alone. Shall I tell you why?’ ‘Not if it pains you,’ said Nicholas. ‘I only asked that I might make you happier, if I could.’ ‘I know. I felt that, at the time.’ He drew his friend closer to him. ‘You will forgive me; I could not help it, but though I would have died to make her happy, it broke my heart to see--I know he loves her dearly--Oh! who could find that out so soon as I?’ The words which followed were feebly and faintly uttered, and broken by long pauses; but, from them, Nicholas learnt, for the first time, that the dying boy, with all the ardour of a nature concentrated on one absorbing, hopeless, secret passion, loved his sister Kate. He had procured a lock of her hair, which hung at his breast, folded in one or two slight ribbons she had worn. He prayed that, when he was dead, Nicholas would take it off, so that no eyes but his might see it, and that when he was laid in his coffin and about to be placed in the earth, he would hang it round his neck again, that it might rest with him in the grave. Upon his knees Nicholas gave him this pledge, and promised again that he should rest in the spot he had pointed out. They embraced, and kissed each other on the cheek. ‘Now,’ he murmured, ‘I am happy.’ He fell into a light slumber, and waking smiled as before; then, |
