16/21 "It is bad enough as it is, but words would make it worse. If ever a day might come--I do not think that I am unlovely; I even rate myself so highly as to think that I am worthy of your love. If ever the day shall come when you can say to me, 'Now I see that love is no tinted dream; now I ask you to be my wife indeed,' then, upon that day--But until then ask not of me what you asked back there among the violets. I, too, am proud"-- Her voice broke. "Poor child--poor friend"-- She turned her face upon him. |