Let us hope I am." "How I wish I had never seen that possibility! I cannot believe it; yet it will prevent me from looking honestly in his face, as I always have done." "Forget it.

Let us speak only of ourselves." But she was troubled, and Elgar, angry with himself, spoke impatiently.
"In pity for him, you would love me less.

I see that." "You are not yet satisfied?
You find new ways of forcing me to say that I love you.

Seem to distrust me, that I may say it over and over; make me believe you really doubt if I can be constant, just that I may hear what my heart says in its distress, and repeat it all to you.

Be a little unkind to me, that I may show how your unkindness would wound me, and may entreat you back into your own true self.