I can't always." "You could always make me very happy." Beatrice turned her eyes and looked at him.

Her look made him blush.
"You are mistaken when you say that," she responded, in a grave tone.
"You are not the sort of person to be made happy by a simple country girl like me.

The Northbury people only need small things, and many times it is within my power to supply their desires.

But you are different.

You would not be content with small things." "Assuredly not from you." Then he paused; and as she blushed this time, he hastened to add: "You can help me not in a small, but in a big way, and if you grant me this help, you will save my mother, and--yes--and Catherine." "I love Catherine," said Beatrice.
"I know it--you would like to save her." "Certainly; but I did not know she was in peril." "Don't whisper it, but she is.