If I did, it would be because you are rich, and a lord; and not because I love you.

I love some one else.

There;--pray, pray do not tell of me; but I do." Then she flung away from him and hid her face in a corner of the sofa out of the light.
Her lover stood silent, not knowing how to go on with the conversation, not knowing how to bring it to an end.

After what she had now said to him it was impossible that he should press her further.

It was almost impossible that he should wish to do so.