"I love you just as much." "What good will that do me ?" "Ah," said Pansy, raising her sweet, vague eyes, "I don't know that." "You disappoint me," groaned poor Rosier.
She was silent a little; she handed a tea-cup to a servant.

"Please don't talk any more." "Is this to be all my satisfaction ?" "Papa said I was not to talk with you." "Do you sacrifice me like that?
Ah, it's too much!" "I wish you'd wait a little," said the girl in a voice just distinct enough to betray a quaver.
"Of course I'll wait if you'll give me hope.

But you take my life away." "I'll not give you up--oh no!" Pansy went on.
"He'll try and make you marry some one else." "I'll never do that." "What then are we to wait for ?" She hesitated again.

"I'll speak to Mrs.Osmond and she'll help us." It was in this manner that she for the most part designated her stepmother.
"She won't help us much.

She's afraid." "Afraid of what ?" "Of your father, I suppose." Pansy shook her little head.