I lost my temper when I looked at his beautiful complexion and thought of the future.
"Are you in your right senses ?" I burst out.

"Do you mean to tell me that you are deliberately bent on making yourself an object of horror to everybody who sees you ?" "The one person whose opinion I care for," he replied, "will never see me." I understood him at last.

_That_ was the consideration which had reconciled him to it! Lucilla's horror of dark people and dark shades of color, of all kinds, was, it is needless to say, recalled to my memory by the turn the conversation was taking now.

Had she confessed it to him, as she had confessed it to me?
No! I remembered that she had expressly warned me not to admit him into our confidence in this matter.

At an early period of their acquaintance, she had asked him which of his parents he resembled.
This led him into telling her that his father had been a dark man.
Lucilla's delicacy had at once taken the alarm.