"Didn't you say that--years ago ?" "Yes." "And I replied--years ago--that I had no griefs to enjoy.

Didn't I?
Well, then, if this is grief, Shiela, I wouldn't exchange it for another man's happiness.

So, if you please, I'll follow your advice and enjoy it in my own fashion....

Shiela, you don't smile very often, but I wish you would now." But the ghost of a smile left her pallor unchanged.

She moved toward the stairs, wearily, stopped and turned.
"It cannot end this way," she said; "I want you to know how--to know--to know that I--am--sensible of w-what honour you have done me.