Fergus Hume,
Lady Jim of Curzon Street: A Novel
“ Hilda shook her head and declined to look. "Frith wasn't Jim," said she. "And he wasn't my husband, either. You feel Frith's death and I feel Jim's. We each have our own sorrow, and time alone will help us to forget the dear departed." "Leah"--Hilda sobbed more violently than ever--"I shall never--never forget. Never--never--never--never!" "I didn't mean forget exactly," murmured Leah, who had been more candid than she intended; "but time will soothe us, and we shall all meet on a happier shore." "I hope so--I hope so;" the Marchioness clasped her hands devoutly and raised her eyes. ”
