That afternoon Paul and his love-for a day, as she had told him-walked down the long avenue of pine-trees. And pacing back and forth beneath the shade he told her many things, some of which she knew already.
She could not repress a smile as he recounted to her the manner in which he had walked up and down the terrace at Lucerne, while-though he knew it not-she saw him from her window.
"And now," he said at last, pausing to look down into her dear face, "forsake, I beg of you, this scene of trouble. Leave this strange land, half West, half East, and come away with me to England. There I will try to make you happy, and the day will come, I hope, when you will forget that this threatening evil ever came into your life. I do not know even yet the reasons that seem to demand this marriage wit
