He urged me to elope with him.

His reason was that you would never consent to our marriage; but that if we took the matter into our hands, and were married first, we might depend upon your sanction afterwards; that you had too great a kindness for me to withhold your pardon.

I was weak, my lord--womanish," (she threw the word at him again) "and it happened--God help me for a fool!--that I thought I loved Lord Rotherby.

And so--and so--" She sat down again, weakly, miserably, averting her face that she might hide her tears.

He was touched, and he even went so far as to show something of his sympathy.