She stalled as sad, as sweet a smile as ever was seen on woman's lips.
"I shall be better in time, Norman," she said, "and shall not always be sad." "There are some business arrangements which must be made," he continued, hurriedly--"but it will be better for us not to meet again just yet, Madaline--I could not bear it.

I will see that all is arranged for your comfort.

You must have every luxury and--" "Luxury!" she repeated, mockingly.

"Why, I would rather be the sorriest beggar that ever breathed than be myself! Luxury! You mock me, Lord Arleigh." "You will be less bitter against me in time, my darling," he said.

"I mean just what I say--that you will have everything this world can give you--" "Except love and happiness," she interposed.
"Love you have, sweet; you have mine--the fervent, true, honest, deep love of my heart and soul.