Then he hesitated, and trembling he said: "I will be frank and loyal.

Had I not better tell you everything?
You will not hate me for a confession I make myself ?" "I shall like you better--oh! so much better!" "Then I will own to you--" "Oh, do not tell me you have ever loved before me! I could not bear to hear it!" cried this inconsistent personage.
The other weak creature needed no more.
"I see plainly I never loved but you," said he.
"Let me hear that only!" cried she; "I am jealous even of the past.

Say you never loved but me.

Never mind whether it is true.

My child, you do not even yet know love.