Oh, it's no use my trying to conceal my love.

Think of the time we have been parted, all the months I've been thinking of and longing for you! Why should I refuse to marry you, now, this minute, if I could ?" He was silent, as she lay on his breast, her face upturned to his, her eyes, glowing with woman's tender passion and woman's glad surrender, meeting his fearlessly and yet with a little pleading in them, as if she were begging him not to think her immodest.
"I'm not worth such love as yours," said Derrick, his lips drawn straight.

"I'm overwhelmed by it.

You're too good for me to touch, dearest--and you're going to marry me, to be my wife!" She laughed at him softly.

"Don't put me on too high a pedestal," she said.