'
She saw that he was coming; and stopped him again. But she was
very nearly too late.
'No, don't love me for another minute or two, if you please, John!
What I want most to tell you, I have kept to the last. My dear,
good, generous John, when we were talking the other night about the
Cricket, I had it on my lips to say, that at first I did not love
you quite so dearly as I do now; that when I first came home here,
I was half afraid I mightn't learn to love you every bit as well as
I hoped and prayed I might--being so very young, John! But, dear
John, every day and hour I loved you more and more. And if I could
have loved you better than I do, the noble words I heard you say
this morning, would have made me. But I can't. All the affection
that I had (it was a great deal, John) I gave you, as you well
deserve, long, long ago, and I have no more left to give. Now, my
dear husband, take me to your heart again! That's my home, John;
and never, never think of sending me to any other!'
You never will derive so much delight from seeing a glorious little
woman in the arms of a third party, as you would have felt if you
had seen Dot run into the Carrier's embrace.
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