I only ask you to be as frank with me; to let me know your doubts, that I may counsel you; your fears, that I may give you courage." "Is that all you came here to tell me ?" she asked quietly.
"No, Yerba," he said, eagerly, taking her unresisting but indifferent hand, "not all; but all that I must say, all that I have the right to say, all that you, Yerba, would permit me to tell you NOW.

But let me hope that the day is not far distant when I can tell you ALL, when you will understand that this silence has been the hardest sacrifice of the man who now speaks to you." "And yet not unworthy of a rising politician," she added, quickly withdrawing her hand.

"I agree," she went on, looking towards the door, yet without appearing to avoid his eager eyes, "and when I have settled upon 'a local habitation and a name' we shall renew this interesting conversation.

Until then, as my fourth official guardian used to say--he was a lawyer, Mr.Hathaway, like yourself--when he was winding up his conjectures on the subject--all that has passed is to be considered 'without prejudice.'" "But Yerba"-- began Paul, bitterly.
She slightly raised her hand as if to check him with a warning gesture.
"Yes, dear," she said suddenly, lifting her musical voice, with a mischievous side-glance at Paul, as if to indicate her conception of the irony of a possible application, "this way.

Here we are waiting for you." Her listening ear had detected Milly's step in the passage, and in another moment that cheerful young woman discreetly stopped on the threshold of the room, with every expression of apologetic indiscretion in her face.
"We have finished our talk, and Mr.Hathaway has been so concerned about my having no real name that he has been promising me everything, but his own, for a suitable one.