"You might not love me now--you would." There, he spoilt it all again.

She was so certain of its impossibility; he was so confident of his success.

With the sentiment of his humility, the unselfishness of his devotion, he might have won her even then.

The pity in a woman is often minister to her heart.
But pity left her when he made so sure.
"Oh, it's no good talking like this," she said gently; "I know I shouldn't." He leant nearer to her, peering into her face.

"Well, will you think about it--will you think it over ?" He felt certain that when she thought of that home of her own, she would be bound to relent--any woman would.