There was even more than brotherly warmth in that kind glance and winning manner.
'Thank you, sir, I will try; indeed I will,' said Gladys, as she took up the bucket, and turned to leave the shed.
'Thank you, ma'am, you are very obliging, but you are not going to carry my bucket.' 'Oh,' sir! if you please do not speak so to a poor servant girl like me.
I would rather not hear it.' 'You will not see, or hear, or believe what I do, and say and think all day long; so now, here, where nobody else can listen, you must hear me.
You must learn to be happy with us, you must love us, you must--' 'Oh! I do, sir, I do.

Let me go, sir, if you please.' 'Not until you hear that you must love me, even me whom you cannot bear.' 'Oh! I do, sir--I do.

I thank you, I pray for you, I love you all, always; indeed, indeed, I do.' 'But better than all the others, as I love you, so as to be my wife when--when--' 'Let me go, Mr Owen, if you please.

You must not talk to me so, sir; me, just now a beggar at your gate.' 'But I must, I will, and you must listen.

In spite of myself, and of your cold manners and pale face, and all the trouble you take to avoid me, I love you, Gladys, and will marry you if you will have me.