But there are exceptions--this is one--I love you; but I am only a poor artist, struggling to make a name.

You, sweet, are rich and beautiful.
From your high estate you smile upon me as a queen might smile on a subject.

You are a true heroine.

You are content 'to lose the world for love.'" "I am content," said the girl, with a little sigh of supreme happiness; "but I wish it were all open and straightforward.

I wish you would go to my guardian and tell him you love me.