"Love you ?" she cried, looking away over the bushy ridges, as if afraid to trust herself.

"Oh, yes, Hubert, I love you! It is not for that that I wish to avoid you.
Or, rather, it is just because of that.

I cannot endure to spoil your life--by a fruitless affection." "Why fruitless ?" I asked, leaning forward.
She crossed her hands resignedly.

"You know all by this time," she answered.

"Sebastian would tell you, of course, when you went to announce that you were leaving Nathaniel's.