"Now look at me." But the white lids drooped over the happy eyes.
"Look at me, Madaline," he repeated, "and say, 'Norman, I do love you.

I will forget all the nonsense I have talked about inequality of position, and will be your wife.'" "In justice to yourself I cannot say it." He felt the little hands tremble in his grasp, and he released them with a kiss.
"You will be compelled to say it some day, darling.

You might as well try now.

If I cannot win you for my wife, I will have no wife, Madaline.
Ah, now you are sorry you have vexed me! "'And so it was--half sly, half shy; You would and would not, little one, Although I pleaded tenderly And you and I were all alone.' Why are you so hard, Madaline?
I am sure you like me a little; you dare not raise your eyes to mine and say, 'I do not love you, Norman.'" "No," she confessed, "I dare not.

But there is love and love; the lowest love is all self, the highest is all sacrifice.