I begin to think friendship is the one thing in life that does count.

And it is the friends I have made--lately,--here,--that have made me see,--made me realise my own unworthiness,--and when I say that, I mean it." "I won't let you mean it!" he cried, "I won't let you call yourself unworthy.

For you count with me,--Azalea, more than the whole world! More than anything or everything in the world.

Can't I count that way with you,--can't I, Azalea ?" The dark handsome face was very earnest, and as it drew nearer to her own, and she looked deep in the eloquent eyes, she could no longer fail to understand.
"What,--what,--" she murmured, drawing back in confusion, "what do you mean ?" "Don't you know what I mean, Brownie?
Listen, and I will tell you, then.
I love you, dear,--I love you." He held her hands in his own and gazed into her face.

"I can't tell you when it came or how,--but suddenly--I knew it! I knew I loved you, and should always love you.