I ought not to have thought-- But, oh, Charlotte, if I wait, if you have a little more time, don't you think you will feel different about it ?" Charlotte shook her head.
"But he is such a good-for-nothing dog to treat you the way he does, Charlotte!" Thomas cried out, in a great burst of wrath and jealous love.
"I don't want to hear another word like that, Thomas Payne," Charlotte said, sternly, and the young man drooped before her.
"I beg your pardon, Charlotte," said he.

"I suppose I ought not to have spoken so, if you-- Oh, Charlotte, then you don't think you ever can get over this and think a little bit of me ?" "No," replied Charlotte, in a steady voice, "I don't think I ever can, Thomas." "I don't mean that I am trying to get you away from any other fellow, Charlotte--I wouldn't do anything like that; but if he won't-- Oh, Charlotte, are you sure ?" "I don't think I ever can," repeated Charlotte, monotonously, looking at the wall past Thomas.
"I've always thought so much of you, Charlotte, though I never told you so." "You'd better not now." "Yes, I'm going to, now.

I've got to.

Then I'll never say another word--I'll go away, and never say another word." Thomas got up, and brought his chair close to Charlotte's.

"Don't move away," he pleaded; "let me sit here near you once--I never shall again.