There are times also when Love draws part of his being from self-love, and can find no support without it.
But how could he renounce her, when she came forth to him,--smiling, speaking freshly and lightly, and with the colour on her cheeks which showed that she had done her part?
How could he retract a step?
'I have told Mama, Evan.

That's over.

She heard it first from me.' 'And she ?' 'Dear Evan, if you are going to be sensitive, I'll run away.

You that fear no danger, and are the bravest man I ever knew! I think you are really trembling.

She will speak to Papa, and then--and then, I suppose, they will both ask you whether you intend to give me up, or no.