Elizabeth, surely all these weeks you must have known that you were the one woman in the world for me ?" "No--no," she returned, covering her face with her hands, "I never knew it; how could I--how could I ?" But he mistook the cause of her emotion.
"I think no woman was ever loved so well! All these weeks that I have been dumb, I have been living for you--only for you." Then she put up her trembling hand to stop him, but he caught it in his own.
"Elizabeth, will you try to love me a little ?" "Hush--hush," endeavouring to free herself.

"Indeed--indeed you must not say such things, Mr.Herrick; you are deceiving yourself.

We are friends, and I like you, and I am very, very grateful to you for all your goodness to Cedric, but I never meant it to come to this." "How do you mean ?" he asked, and his face was white with emotion.
"Surely you must have seen how things were with me;" and Malcolm's voice was a little hard.
"I think I tried not to see," she answered truthfully.

"Once or twice I was afraid, and then I told myself I was mistaken.

Mr.Herrick, I do not want to hurt you, I would not add to your trouble for the world, but at least you will do me the justice of owning that I never gave you any encouragement." "No," he returned, in a tone of forced composure, "you never encouraged me in my presumption.