I wish I had never written it I Do you think I had better give it to him, after all ?" "How can I tell ?" asked Inez hopelessly.

"You have never read it to me.
I do not know what you have said to him." "I have said that I love him as no man was ever loved before," answered Dolores, and the true words seemed to thrill with a life of their own as she spoke them.
Then she was silent for a moment, and looked down at the written pages without seeing them.

Inez did not move, and seemed hardly to breathe.
Then Dolores spoke again, pressing both her hands upon the paper before her unconsciously.
"I have told him that I love him, and shall love him for ever and ever," she said; "that I will live for him, die for him, suffer for him, serve him! I have told him all that and much more." "More?
That is much already.

But he loves you, too.

There is nothing you can promise which he will not promise, and keep, too, I think.