Tell me, at least, that you understand me; that you see, if I am no weak fool, I am also no heartless coquette; tell me that you see I am not as hard as I have seemed; that I have not knowingly trifled with your happiness; that even now I am not selfish.

Your love,--I ask it no more! But your esteem--your good opinion.

Oh, speak--speak, I implore you!" "Valerie," said Maltravers, "if I was silent, it was because my heart was too full for words.

You have raised all womanhood in my eyes.

I did love you--I now venerate and adore.