I beg you to let me prove throughout my life the depth of my love, of my solicitude for your happiness--" "Ah, happiness!" cried Jacqueline sharply.

"I do not see it in my life.
The best that you can do is to forget me quite." "I will remember you when I draw my dying breath.

And if we remember after death, I will remember you then.

With all my strength I love you." "I am sorry--I am sorry!" she cried.

"Oh, I hoped 'twas but a fancy, and that you would not speak! I do not love you--" "Let me wait," said Cary, after a pause.