You couldn't do that, dear! You know what love means; have some pity for him!' 'I cant! He shan't know the reason; he shall go to the library just the same.

We'll say it's only put off.

I can't marry him on Monday! I'd sooner kill myself!' There was a ring of terrible earnestness in the words.

Lydia was afraid to plead any more at present.

She affected to admit that there was no help.