It was finished; this was the end of it--and thus did Geoffrey prosper Owen Davies's suit.
"Oh, you are cruel, cruel!" he whispered in her ear.

"You must have known I loved you, Beatrice, that I spoke against myself because I thought it to be my duty.

You must have known that, to my sin and sorrow, I have always loved you, that you have never been an hour from my mind, that I have longed to see your face like a sick man for the light.

Tell me, did you not know it, Beatrice ?" "How should I know ?" she answered very softly; "I could only guess, and if indeed you love me how could you wish me to marry another man?
I thought that you had learned my weakness and took this way to reproach me.

Oh, Geoffrey, what have we done?
What is there between you and me--except our love ?" "It would have been better if we had been drowned together at the first," he said heavily.
"No, no," she answered, "for then we never should have loved one another.