Who else would I love but you?
Who else is there in the world--except my mother ?" There was a silence; then I said: "Has this passionate quest of her so wholly absorbed and controlled you that all else counts as nothing ?" "Yes, yes! You know it.

You knew it at Otsego! Nothing else matters.

I will not permit anything else to matter! And, lest you deem me cold, thankless, inhuman, ask of yourself, Euan, why such a lonely girl as I should close her eyes and stop her ears and lock her heart and--and turn her face away when the man--to whom she owes all--to whom she is--utterly devoted--urges her toward emotions--toward matters strange to her--and too profound as yet.

So I ask you, for a time, to let what sleeps within us both lie sleeping, undisturbed.

There is a love more natural, more imperious, more passionate still; and--it has led me here! And I will not confuse it with any other sentiment; nor share it with any man--not even with you--dear as you have become to me--lonely as I am,--no, not even with you will I share it! For I have vowed that I shall never slake my thirst with love save first in her dear embrace....