You desire me, but you do not love me.

Tell me, do I not seem to you like those coquettish Parisian women ?" "Certainly I no longer find you the pure celestial maiden I first saw in the church of Jarvis." At these words Seraphita passed her hands across her brow, and when she removed them Wilfrid was amazed at the saintly expression that overspread her face.
"You are right, my friend," she said; "I do wrong whenever I set my feet upon your earth." "Oh, Seraphita, be my star! stay where you can ever bless me with that clear light!" As he spoke, he stretched forth his hand to take that of the young girl, but she withdrew it, neither disdainfully nor in anger.

Wilfrid rose abruptly and walked to the window that she might not see the tears that rose to his eyes.
"Why do you weep ?" she said.

"You are not a child, Wilfrid.

Come back to me.