"But my love, I cannot let you stay. How can I settle my affairs when I know that you are here, neglected—"
"I shall not feel myself neglected: while you are doing your duty, Arthur, I shall never complain of neglect. If you had told me, before, that you had anything to do, it would have been half done before this; and now you must make up for lost time by redoubled exertions. Tell me what it is; and I will be your taskmaster, instead of being a hindrance."
"No, no," persisted the impracticable creature; "you must go home, Helen; I must have the satisfaction of knowing that you are safe and well, though far away. Don't I see that you are looking quite rakish?—Your bright eyes are faded, and that tender, delicate bloom has quite deserted your cheek."
"That is only with too much gaiety and fatigue."
"It is not, I tell you; it is the London air: you are pining for the fresh breezes of your
