O George, if you could know all! If you could know how I have loved you; how I have sorrowed from day to day because I was forgotten! How I have struggled to bear it, telling myself that you were away, with all the world to interest you, and not like me, a poor girl in a village, with no thing to think of but my lover! How I have striven to do my duty by my uncle, and have obeyed him, because,--because,--because, there was nothing left.

If you could know it all! If you could know it all!' Then she clasped her arms round his legs, and hid her face upon his feet.
'And whom do you love now ?' he asked.

She continued to sob, but did not answer him a word.

Then he stooped down and raised her to her feet, and she stood beside him, very near to him with her face averted.

'And whom do you love now ?' he asked again.