He felt in every fibre of him that to have the whole love of such a woman would be bewildering joy; yet never for one moment did he allow himself to think of seeking it.

"I might make her think she loved me, perhaps," he said to himself.

"She is so lonely and sad, and has seen so few men; but it would be base.

She needs a nature totally different from mine, a life unlike the life I shall lead.

I will never try to make her love me.