She likes you, and--you will find it hard to break _her_ heart." "Do you mean," says the girl, "that I have broken yours?
_Yours ?_ Have I been so bad as that?
Yours?
I have been wilful, I know, and troublesome, but troublesome people do not break one's heart.

What have I done then that yours should be broken ?" She has moved closer to him.

Her eyes are gazing with passionate question into his.
"Do not think of that," says the professor, unsteadily.

"Do not let that trouble you.

As I just now told you, I am a poor man, and poor men cannot afford such luxuries as hearts." "Yet poor men have them," says the girl in a little low stifled tone.
"And--and girls have them too!" There is a long, long silence.