Chapter 36 IN DEATH THEY WERE NOT DIVIDED.

My love he stood at my right hand,

His eyes were grave and sweet;

Methought he said, "In this far land,

Oh, is it thus we meet!

Ah, maid most dear, I am not here,

I have no place-no part

No dwelling more by sea or shore,

But only in thine heart!"

Jean Ingelow.

Bertie Du Meresq, after lingering a while in London, without a