Yet he was even prouder than myself, and would have scorned to speak of love to one who never smiled in his presence.

Oh! often when, he stood beside my desk giving instruction, my heart has sprung to him.

I have longed to hear the words of tenderness that welled up from his heart, but scorned to tremble on his lips.

No look of love ever fell on me.

His glance was cold and haughty.