"And you will come there too, I hope, Rick. I am a solitary man now, you know, and it will be a charity to come to me. A charity to come to me, my love!" he repeated to Ada as he gently passed his hand over her golden hair and put a lock of it to his lips. (I think he vowed within himself to cherish her if she were left alone.)
"It was a troubled dream?" said Richard, clasping both my guardian's hands eagerly.
"Nothing more, Rick; nothing more."
"And you, being a good man, can pass it as such, and forgive and pity the dreamer, and be lenient and encouraging when he wakes?"

"And you will come there too, I hope, Rick. I am a solitary man now, you know, and it will be a kindness to visit me."
"It was a troubled dream?" said Richard, clasping my guardian's hands.
"Nothing more, Rick; nothing more."
"And you can forgive and pity the dreamer, and be lenient when he wakes?"
