"Why, so have I been thinking too, Rick," said my guardian, "and our little woman likewise; she and I have been talking of it this very day. I dare say her husband won't object. What do you think?"
Richard smiled and lifted up his arm to touch him as he stood behind the head of the couch.
"I say nothing of Ada," said Richard, "but I think of her, and have thought of her very much. Look at her! See her here, sir, bending over this pillow when she has so much need to rest upon it herself, my dear love, my poor girl!"
He clasped her in his arms, and none of us spoke. He gradually released her, and she looked upon us, and looked up to heaven, and moved her lips.

"Why, she and I have been thinking so too, Rick," said my guardian, "and we have been talking of it this very day. I dare say her husband won't object. What do you think?"
Richard smiled.
"I think of Ada," he said, "and have thought of her very much. See her here, sir, bending over this pillow when she has so much need to rest upon it herself, my dear love!"
He clasped her in his arms, and none of us spoke until he gradually released her.
