That is why I sit and wonder about Stephen, and why I have sat all day and wondered about you, and whether I ought to run away, for I could not stay here if you felt about me as I know those people feel at home.

I want you to love me, Martha.

Oh! yes, you prove it.

You do everything for me, but way down deep in your heart, how do you feel?
Do you love me as you always did ?--LOVE, Martha, not just pity, or feeling sorry like Stephen, or blaming me like the others?
Yes, yes, yes, I know it, but I have wanted you to tell me.

I am so in the dark.