"And I wish you would make the like exertions," continued he.
"Did she tell you that that was her intention?"
"No; the question was not broached between us: there was no necessity for it, for I had no doubt that such was her determination."
"To forget me?"
"Yes Markham! Why not?"
"Oh! well," was my only audible reply; but I internally answered,—"No, Lawrence, you're wrong there, she is not determined to forget me. It would be wrong to forget one so deeply and fondly devoted to her, who can so thoroughly appreciate her excellencies and sympathize with all her thoughts as I can do, and it would be wrong in me to forget so excellent and divine a piece of God's creation as she, when I have once so truly loved and known her." But I said no more to him on that subject. I instantly started a new topic of conversation, and soon
