"You will understand, won't you?
Please don't!" There was a world of meaning in it.
His heart turned cold as ice, the blood left his face.

He understood.
She did not love him.
"Yes," he said, his voice dead and hoarse, "I think I understand, Rosalie.

I have taken too much for granted, fool that I am.

Bah! The egotism of a fool!" "You must not speak like that," she said, her face contracted by pain and pity.

"You are the most wonderful man I've ever known--the best and the truest.