"Oh, had he but been alone! had he but seen me!" was her cry. "He would have said something. He would have given me his hand. He _does_, he _must_, love me a little. He would have shown some token of affection. In his eye, on his lips, I should have read comfort; but the chance is lost. The wind, the cloud's shadow, does not pass more silently, more emptily than he. I have been mocked, and Heaven is cruel!"

"Oh, had he only been alone! had he only seen me!" was her cry. "He would have said something. He would have given me his hand. He does, he must, love me a little. Oh, Heaven is cruel!" 