I think that no man can ever love you quite so well as I do, Barbara Champers.

Now speak.

I am ready to meet the best or the worst." After her fashion Barbara looked him straight in the face with her steady eyes, and answered gently enough, for the man's method of presenting his case, elaborate and prepared though it evidently was, had touched her.
"I fear it is the worst, Sir Robert.

There are hundreds of women superior to myself in every way who would be glad to give you the help and companionship you ask, with their hearts thrown in.

Choose one of them, for I cannot do so." He heard and for the first time his face broke, as it were.