I had no hope that you would be here, no least hope, but I came because it was here I had seen you.' 'Since Wednesday,' Wilfrid returned, 'I have read your letters many times.

Could you still speak to me as you did then ?' 'If you could believe me.' 'You said once that you did not love me.' 'It was untrue.' 'May you tell me now what it was that came between us ?' She fixed upon him a gaze of sad entreaty, and said, under her breath, 'Not now.' 'Then I will never ask.

Let it be what it might; your simple word that you loved me is all I need.' 'I will tell you,' Emily replied, 'but I cannot now.

It seemed to me at the time that that secret would have to die with me; I thought so till I met you here.

Then I knew that, if you still loved me and had been faithful to me so long, I could say nothing to myself which I might not speak to you.