It is my fault; and though I never thought of this, I did my best to please you." "And I thank you for it," she answered.

"Do not deceive yourself, Geoffrey.

Whatever happens, promise me never for one moment to believe that I reproached or blamed you.

Why should I blame you because you won my heart?
Let me sooner blame the sea on which we floated, the beach where we walked, the house in which we lived, and the Destiny that brought us together.

I am proud and glad to love you, dear, but I am not so selfish as to wish to ruin you: Geoffrey--I had rather die." "Don't talk so," he said, "I cannot bear it.