'I will do my best also to make you happy,' he said.
'I am sure you will.

I believe you.

I know that you are good.' There was another pause during which he stood, still embracing her.
'I may go now; may I not ?' she said.
'You have not kissed me yet, Marie ?' Then she kissed him; but the touch of her lips was cold, and he felt that there was no love in them.

He knew, though he could hardly define the knowledge to himself, that she had accepted him in obedience to her uncle.

He was almost angry, but being cautious and even-tempered by nature he repressed the feeling.