Du Laurier loves you.

You love him.

You mean, I think, to marry him.

But deeply in love as he is, he is a very proud fellow.

He will have all or nothing, if I judge him well; and he would not take for his wife a woman who accepts diamonds from another man, saying as she takes them that he is her lover." "He wouldn't believe it of me!" I cried.
"There is a way of convincing him.