"You yourself build wild hopes in the air, and accuse me of destroying what had never any earthly foundation.

Spare yourself, Julian--spare me--and in mercy to us both depart, and return not again till you can be more reasonable." "Reasonable ?" replied Julian; "it is you, Alice, who will deprive me altogether of reason.

Did you not say, that if our parents could be brought to consent to our union, you would no longer oppose my suit ?" "No--no--no," said Alice eagerly, and blushing deeply,--"I did not say so, Julian--it was your own wild imagination which put construction on my silence and my confusion." "You do _not_ say so, then ?" answered Julian; "and if all other obstacles were removed, I should find one in the cold flinty bosom of her who repays the most devoted and sincere affection with contempt and dislike ?--Is that," he added, in a deep tone of feeling--"is that what Alice Bridgenorth says to Julian Peveril ?" "Indeed--indeed, Julian," said the almost weeping girl, "I do not say so--I say nothing, and I ought not to say anything concerning what I might do, in a state of things which can never take place.

Indeed, Julian, you ought not thus to press me.

Unprotected as I am--wishing you well--very well--why should you urge me to say or do what would lessen me in my own eyes?
to own affection for one from whom fate has separated me for ever?
It is ungenerous--it is cruel--it is seeking a momentary and selfish gratification to yourself, at the expense of every feeling which I ought to entertain." "You have said enough, Alice," said Julian, with sparkling eyes; "you have said enough in deprecating my urgency, and I will press you no farther.