`“Ah！that’sbecauseyouthinkyourselfmorefittodie！”
`Therewasapainfulpause。Hewasevidentlyplungedingloomyreflections，butwhileIponderedforsomethingtosay，thatmightbenefitwithoutalarminghim，Hattersley，whosemindhadbeenpursuingalmostthesamecourse，brokesilencewith，——
`“Isay，Huntingdon，Icouldsendforaparson，ofsomesort——Ifyoudidn’tlikethevicar，youknow，youcouldhavehiscurate，orsomebodyelse。”
`“No；noneofthemcanbenefitmeifshecan’t。”wastheanswer。Andthetearsgushedfromhiseyesasheearnestlyexclaimed，——“Oh，Helen，ifIhadlistenedtoyou，itneverwouldhavecometothis！AndifIhadheardyoulongago——oh，God！howdifferentitwouldhavebeen！”
`“Hearmenow，then，Arthur。”saidI，gentlypressinghishand。