Don't shut yourself out of it by presuming too much, for you have no claim on me but that of cousinship, and you never will have unless you earn it.
Remember that, and neither threaten nor defy me anymore." For a minute it was doubtful whether Charlie would answer this flash with another, and a general explosion ensue, or wisely quench the flame with the mild answer which turneth away wrath.

He chose the latter course and made it very effective by throwing himself down before his offended goddess, as he had often done in jest.

This time it was not acting, but serious, earnest, and there was real passion in his voice as he caught Rose's dress in both hands, saying eagerly: "No, no! Don't shut your heart against me or I shall turn desperate.

I'm not half good enough for such a saint as you, but you can do what you will with me.

I only need a motive to make a man of me, and where can I find a stronger one than in trying to keep your love ?" "It is not yours yet," began Rose, much moved, though all the while she felt as if she were on a stage and had a part to play, for Charlie had made life so like a melodrama that it was hard for him to be quite simple even when most sincere.
"Let me earn it, then.