"One that I can't give; and one that I can.

Suppose Blanche heard of what you have done?
The longer you stay here--the more people you see--the more chance there is that she _might_ hear of it." "And what if she did ?" asked Arnold, in his own straightforward way.

"Do you think she would be angry with me for making myself useful to _you ?_" "Yes," rejoined Anne, sharply, "if she was jealous of me." Arnold's unlimited belief in Blanche expressed itself, without the slightest compromise, in two words: "That's impossible!" Anxious as she was, miserable as she was, a faint smile flitted over Anne's face.
"Sir Patrick would tell you, Mr.Brinkworth, that nothing is impossible where women are concerned." She dropped her momentary lightness of tone, and went on as earnestly as ever.

"You can't put yourself in Blanche's place--I can.

Once more, I beg you to go.