'You, too, may be persuaded to give me up, when time has made me fainter in your memory.
For, remember, your love for me must be nourished in secret; there will be no long visits from me to support you.

Circumstances will always tend to obliterate me.' 'Stephen,' she said, filled with her own misgivings, and unheeding his last words, 'there are beautiful women where you live--of course I know there are--and they may win you away from me.' Her tears came visibly as she drew a mental picture of his faithlessness.

'And it won't be your fault,' she continued, looking into the candle with doleful eyes.

'No! You will think that our family don't want you, and get to include me with them.

And there will be a vacancy in your heart, and some others will be let in.' 'I could not, I would not.