‘I think we had better turn back.’
The suggestion filled Hubert’s heart with rushing pain, and he answered—
‘Why should we return? I cannot go back to that girl. Oh, the miserable life we are leading!’
‘What can we do? We must go back; we cannot live in a tent by the wayside. We have no tent to set up.’
‘Come to London, and be my wife.’
‘No,’ she said; ‘that is impossible. Let us not speak of it.’
Hubert did not answer; and, turning their faces homeward, they walked some way in silence. Suddenly Hubert said—
‘No; it is impossible. I cannot return. There is no use. I’m at the end of my tether. I cannot.’
She looked at him in alarm.
‘Hubert,’ she said, ‘this is folly! I cannot return without you.’
‘You ruin my life; you refuse me the only happiness. I’m more wretched than I can tel
