Oh, Iris, may I go on and tell you all ?" "Go on," she said; "tell me all." "As for telling you everything," He said with a little laugh, "that is no new thing.

I have told you all that is in my mind for a year and more.

It seems natural that I should tell you this too, even if it did not concern you at all, but some other girl; though that would be impossible.

I love you, Iris; I love you--I should like to say nothing more.

But I must tell you as well that I am quite a poor man; I am an absolute pauper; I have nothing at all--no money, no work, nothing.