This moment is the great crisis of my life and happiness.

I love you beyond all the power of language or expression.

You tremble, dear Miss Folliard, and you weep; let me wipe those precious tears away.

Oh, would to God that you loved me!" He caught her hand--it was not withdrawn--he pressed it as he had done the evening before.

The pressure was returned--his voice melted into tenderness that was contagious and irresistible: "Say, dearest Helen, star of my life and of my fate, oh, only say that I am not indifferent to you." They were both standing near the chimney-piece as he spoke--"only say," he repeated, "that I am not indifferent to you." "Well, then," she replied, "you are not indifferent to me." "One admission more, my dearest life, and I am happy forever.