I've come here to ask you if you'll live in my house, and be like a child of my own." "I don't feel to you as a child ought," Ida said, her voice changing to sadness.

"You've left it too late." "No, it isn't too late!" exclaimed the other, with emotion he could not control.

"You mustn't think of yourself, but of me.

You have all your life before you, but I'm drawing near to the end of mine.

There's no one in the world belonging to me but you.