If only I could have made her comprehend what the trouble was! But there!
I _had_ tried, and I had failed.
One little white foot peeped out from beneath her dressing gown, the pink sole showing. She had got out of bed and slipped on her _pantoufles_ only, and the night was cold. I might have thought that she would lie awake fretting if she were left alone on a night when her mind was so disturbed, and here had I been seeking solace myself and forgetting that great as my own trouble was hers must surpa.s.s it even as the infinite does the finite.
But that error I could repair, I hoped, and it should never be repeated.
"Come, my sweetheart," I said, gathering her up close in my arms. "So long as you will let me be a comfort to you, you will not be able to hurt me again; but if at any time you will not listen to my words, if nothing I can do or say strengthens or helps you, if I cannot keep you from the evil that it may not grieve you, then I shall know that I have lost all that makes life worth having, and I shall not care how soon this lamp of mine goes out."
She looked up at me in a strange startled way, and then she clung closer; and I thought she meant that, if she could help it, I should not lose the little all I ask for now--the power to make her life endurable.
THE END.