Anything that people might say would be better than that." "Was I wrong to kiss your hand ?" "Yes, wrong, certainly wrong--that is, not wrong, but unmindful." "I did it," he said, "because I love you." As he spoke the tears stood in both his eyes.
"Yes; you love me, and I you; but not with love that may show itself in that form.

That was the old love, which I threw away, and which has been lost.

That was at an end when I--jilted you.

I am not angry; but you will remember that that love exists no longer?
You will remember that, Harry ?" He sat himself down in a chair in the far part of the room, and two tears coursed their way down his cheeks.

She stood over him and watched him as he wept.