I told her of my home at Haddon Hall and of the welcome given me by my cousin, Sir George.
"Malcolm, have you forgotten ?" she whispered, leaning gently against me.
"Have you forgotten our old-time vows and love?
Have you forgotten all that passed between us in the dear old chateau, when I gave to you my virgin love, fresh from my virgin heart ?" I sighed and tried to harden my heart to her blandishments, for I knew she wished to use me and was tempting me to that end.

She continued, "I was then only fourteen years old--ten years ago.

You said that you loved me and I believed you.

You could not doubt, after the proof I gave to you, that my heart was all yours.

We were happy, oh, so happy.