She told me all about it on the day she promised to marry me.

I believe her heart was nearly broken at the time, but she has got over it--thank Heaven!--at last.

Poor Damaris! My Damaris!" He ceased to speak, and a dull roar of thunder came out of the night like the voice of a giant in anguish.
Hugh began to smoke, still busy with his thoughts.
"Yes," he said presently, "I believe she would actually have waited all her life for the fellow if he had asked it of her.

Luckily he didn't go so far as that.

He was utterly unworthy of her.