I can speak plainly now--indeed I must, for once.

Allan, you have ways--mannerisms--that are unfortunate.
They raised in me a conviction that you were not genuine--that you were somehow false.

Don't let it hurt now, dear, for see--this one little unstudied, impetuous act of devotion, simple and instinctive with your generous heart, has revealed your true self to me as nothing else could have done.

Oh, don't you see how you have given me at last what I had to have, if we were to live on together--something in you to _hold_ to--a foundation to rest upon--something I can know in my heart of hearts is stable--despite any outward, traitorous _seeming_! Now forever I can be loving, and loyal, in spite of all those signs which I see at last are misleading." Again and again she sought to envelope him with acceptable praises, while he gazed fondly at her from that justified pride in his own stanchness--murmuring, "Nance, you please me--you _please_ me!" "Don't you see, dear?
I couldn't reach you before.

You gave me nothing to believe in--not even God.