"It is she who must give me an explanation; it is she who has trampled me under foot!" He sat down at the table and pursued this train of thought.
"Elizabeth! Elizabeth! what have you done ?" he whispered, presently, with emotion, and hid his forehead in his hands.
"Yes, what has she done?
Nothing, I firmly believe; and that it is just you, Salve, who are mad! Ah! if I could only really believe that there was nothing to quarrel about, after all! And I can believe it, if I have only been with her for a while," he sighed; and then added with a touch of self-contempt, "the fact is, I ought never to go away from home.

I am like an anchovy; I don't bear taking out of the jar! "She was so like the old Elizabeth as she stood there and told me all this; it is years since I have seen her like that.

There's not her match to be found the whole world through.
"She has told me so often that she cares for me, has always cared for me, ever since the time she was living with her grandfather out on the rock; and an untruth never came from her lips.

I'd stake my life upon that.
"For truth--I believe you, Elizabeth, when you stand like that and tell me so," and he struck the table as if he was making the declaration to her face.
"But why should she care for me ?" he went on.

"Have her thoughts not been running always on things much beyond what I, a poor pilot, and my humble cottage can give her?
Has she not always been hankering after something grand ?" During these days, while this conflict of thought was surging to and fro within him, he had the appearance of a man distraught; and if he ever left the house, he could not rest until he had returned to it again.