In a year's time I might speak to her again, and she would know her own mind.
'I pleaded for a shorter ordeal, though secretly I was overjoyed at this crumb of consolation vouchsafed to me.

But she was inexorable, though perfectly gentle in her manner.
'"I wish you had set your heart on some one else, Mr.Cunliffe," she said, with a melancholy smile, "for I can give you so little satisfaction.

I feel so confused and weary, as though life afforded me no pleasure.

But, indeed, I do all you tell me, and I mean to go on with my work." 'I was glad to hear her say this, for at least I should have the happiness of seeing her every day.
'"In a year's time," she went on, "my heart may feel a little less heavy, and I shall have had opportunity to reflect over your words.

I cannot tell you what my answer may be, but if you are wise you will not hope.