From me at least you've nothing to fear," he now quite amiably responded.

"Anything you consent to accept from me--" But he paused.
"Well ?" "Well, shall be perfect." "That's very fine," she presently answered.

"It's vain, after all, for you to talk of my accepting things when you'll accept nothing from me." Ah, THERE, better still, he could meet her.

"You attach an impossible condition.

That, I mean, of my keeping your gift so to myself." Well, she looked, before him there, at the condition--then, abruptly, with a gesture, she gave it up.