He couldn't have behaved to me with more delicacy.

Not a word from him, spoken or written, has ever pained me--except that he tells me he suffers so dreadfully, and of course I can't hear that without pain.' 'To respect, and even to like, a man, isn't at all the same as loving him.' 'I said _you_ would respect and like him,' exclaimed Monica, with humorous impatience.

'I don't want _you_ to love him.' Mildred laughed, with constraint.
'I never loved any one yet, dear, and it's very unlikely I ever shall.
But I think I know the signs of the feeling.' Monica came behind her, and leaned upon her shoulder.
'He loves me so much that he has made me think I _must_ marry him.

And I am glad of it.

I'm not like you, Milly; I can't be contented with this life.