Then yielding to an irresistible impulse to ask help and sympathy, she added, in an almost inaudible tone, "I came away to escape from Paul." "Because he loves you, Lillian ?" asked my lady, with a frown and a half smile.
"Because he does _not_ love me, Mamma." And the poor girl hid her burning cheeks in her hands, as if overwhelmed with maidenly shame at the implied confession of her own affection.
"My child, how is this?
I cannot but be glad that he does _not_ love you; yet it fills me with grief to see that this pains you.

He is not a mate for you, Lillian.

Remember this, and forget the transient regard that has sprung up from that early intimacy of yours." "He is wellborn, and now my equal in fortune, and oh, so much my superior in all gifts of mind and heart," sighed the girl, still with hidden face, for tears were dropping through her slender fingers.
"It may be, but there is a mystery about him; and I have a vague dislike to him in spite of all that has passed.

But, darling, are you sure he does not care for you?
I fancied I read a different story in his face, and when you begged to leave town so suddenly, I believed that you had seen this also, and kindly wished to spare him any pain." "It was to spare myself.

Oh, Mamma, he loves Helen, and will marry her although she is blind.