Your silence is very eloquent....

I think I'll take my doll and go home." She rose, stood still a moment looking at him where he sat, head bent, staring into the coals; then a swift tenderness filled her eyes; her sensitive lips quivered; and she came swiftly to him and took his head into her arms.
"Dear," she whispered, "I only want to do the best for you.

Let me try in my own way.

It's all for you--everything I do or think or wish or hope is for you.

Even I myself was made merely for you." Sideways on the arm of his chair, she stooped down, laying her cheek against his, drawing his face closer.
"I am so hopelessly in love with you," she murmured; "if I make mistakes, forgive me; remember only that it is because I love you enough to die for you very willingly." He drew her down into his arms.