I give you all the gratitude there is in me, and I think I have a great deal; it is all yours.

Will you always remember that ?" "Gratitude?
What can there--" "You do not understand now, but some day you will.

I ask you to remember that my every act and thought which bore reference to you--and there have been many--came from the purest gratitude.

Although you do not see it now, will you promise to believe it ?" "Yes," he said simply.
"For the rest--" She paused.

"For the rest--I do not love you." He bowed his head and did not lift it.
"Do you understand ?" she asked.
"I understand," he answered, quietly.
She looked at him long, and then, suddenly, her hand to her heart, gave a little, pitying, tender cry and moved toward him.