"
Grey did not answer, but something in the pallor of his face and the
expression of his eyes, struck Jack suddenly, and stretching his hand
across the table he said, very low and very sadly:
"Jerrold, you loved her, too. I see it in your face."
"Yes," Grey answered him, "I loved her, too, and would have given years
of my life to have saved her, though not for Neil. Better far as it
is--better for her, I mean, though our lives are wrecked; at least, mine
is; but for you there may still be a happy future, and on the ashes of
the dead love a new one may arise to bless you."
"Never!" Jack answered, emphatically; then after a moment, as if his
thoughts had followed Grey's, he asked:
"Do you know how long Mrs. Meredith intends remaining in Rome, or where
she expects to go after leaving there?"
Grey replied that he did not, while a faint smile played round his
mouth, as he looked at his friend, who detected the smile, and
comprehending its meaning, said, with a heightened color:
"I know you are thinking of Flossie.
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