Heaven knows which was the greater, the joy or the pain.
"Gretchen, think!" I cried, distractedly.

"What is a Prince or a King to you and me, who love ?" "There is honor," gently.

She caressed my cheek with her fingers.
"Honor!" I cried, vehemently.

"Is it honorable to marry the man you do not love and break the heart of the one you do ?" She did not answer, but her arms fell from my neck, and she approached the window.

The passing river was reflected in her eyes.