There were tears in his eyes, and she besought him to close them. “No,” said Eugene, again shaking his head; “let me look at you, Lizzie, while I can. You brave devoted girl! You heroine!”

Her own eyes filled under his praises. And when he mustered strength to move his wounded head a very little way, and lay it on her bosom, the tears of both fell.

“Lizzie,” said Eugene, after a silence: “when you see me wandering away from this refuge that I have so ill deserved, speak to me by my name, and I think I shall come back.”

“Yes, dear Eugene.”

“There!” he exclaimed, smiling. “I should have gone then, but for that!”