And what would become of me?
The sun would have no more brightness for me; the world would be as a desert; the light would die from my life.

Oh, Madaline, make me happy by loving me!" "I do love you," she said, unguardedly.
"Then why not be my wife ?" She drew back trembling, her face pale as death.
"Why not be my wife ?" he repeated.
"It is for your own sake," she said.

"Can you not see?
Do you not understand ?" "For my sake.

Then I shall treat you as a vanquished kingdom--I shall take possession of you, my darling, my love!" Bending down, he kissed her face--and this time she made no resistance to his sovereign will.
"Now," said Lord Arleigh, triumphantly, "you are my very own, nothing can separate us--that kiss seals our betrothal; you must forget all doubts, all fears, all hesitation, and only say to yourself that you are mine--all mine.

Will you be happy, Madaline ?" She raised her eyes to his, her face bedewed with happy tears.
"I should be most ungrateful if I were not happy," she replied; "you are so good to me, Lord Arleigh." "You must not call me 'Lord Arleigh'-- say 'Norman.'" "Norman," she repeated, "you are so good to me." "I love you so well, sweet," he returned.
The happy eyes were raised to his face.
"Will you tell me," she asked, "why you love me, Norman?
I cannot think why it is.