You are to
come with us too."
Cynthia looked up suddenly with a glance of pale inquiry. Amroth took
her hand.
"No, dear child," he said, "you are not to accompany him. You must stay
here awhile, until the child is grown. But don't look like that! There
is no such thing as separation here, or anywhere. Don't make it harder
for us all. It is unpleasant of course; but, good heavens, what would
become of us all if it were not for that! How dull we should be without
suffering!"
"Yes, yes," said Cynthia, "I know--and I will say nothing against it.
But--" and she burst into tears.
"Come, come," said Amroth cheerfully, "we must not go back to the old
days, and behave as if there were partings and funerals. I will give you
five minutes alone to say good-bye. Lucius, we must start," and, turning
to me, he said, "Meet us in five minutes by the oak-tree in the road."
They went out, Lucius kissing Cynthia's hand in silence.
Cynthia came up to me and put her arms round my neck and her cheek to
mine. We sobbed, I fear, like two children.
"Don't forget me, dearest," she said.
"My darling, what a word!" I said.
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