Nothing can be so bad as that.' 'We have not quarrelled.

That is to say, I have not quarrelled with him.

If he quarrels with me, I cannot help it.' 'It must be helped,' said Marie, as she placed before him a mess of eggs which she had cooked for him with her own hands.

'I would sooner die than see anything wrong between you two.' Then there was a pause.

'Is it about me, George ?' she asked boldly.
'Father thinks that I love you:--so I do.' Marie paused for a few minutes before she said anything farther.
She was standing very near to George, who was eating his breakfast heartily in spite of the interesting nature of the conversation.