"Your love--you know not what it is to me! I scarcely knew it myself before.

I feel what it is now, when you say 'part.'" Agitated and tortured, Mainwaring writhed at these burning words, bent his face low, and covered it with his hands.
He felt her clasp struggling to withdraw them, yielded, and saw her kneeling at his feet.

His manhood and his gratitude and his heart all moved by that sight in one so haughty, he opened his arms, and she fell on his breast.

"You will never say 'part' again, William!" she gasped convulsively.
"But what are we to do ?" "Say, first, what has passed between you and my uncle." "Little to relate; for I can repeat words, not tones and looks.
Sir Miles spoke to me, at first kindly and encouragingly, about my prospects, said it was time that I should fix myself, added a few words, with menacing emphasis, against what he called 'idle dreams and desultory ambition,' and observing that I changed countenance,--for I felt that I did,--his manner became more cold and severe.

Lucretia, if he has not detected our secret, he more than suspects my--my presumption.