For all the world I would not be more to you than I am now." "It is a wise decision," says the professor icily.

He feels smitten to his very heart's core.

Had he ever dreamed of a nearer, dearer tie between them ?--if so the dream is broken now.
"Decision ?" stammers she.
"Not to marry my brother." "Not to be more to you, you mean!" "You don't know what you are saying," says the professor, driven beyond his self-control.

"You are a mere child, a baby, you speak at random." "What!" cries she, flashing round at him, "will you deny that I have been a trouble to you, that you would have been thankful had you never heard my name ?" "You are right," gravely.

"I deny nothing.