And she was on the point of adding, "And I know just how you will say it;" but these words she kept back.
"I love you, Gertrude," he said.

"I love you very much; I love you more than ever." He said the words just as she had known he would; she had heard them before.

They had no charm for her; she had said to herself before that it was very strange.

It was supposed to be delightful for a woman to listen to such words; but these seemed to her flat and mechanical.

"I wish you would forget that," she declared.
"How can I--why should I ?" he asked.
"I have made you no promise--given you no pledge," she said, looking at him, with her voice trembling a little.
"You have let me feel that I have an influence over you.