All the same, it is love that I am asking for.

Think how you may about man and woman, you know that there is such a thing as love between them, and that the love of a man and a woman who can think intelligently may be the best thing life has to offer them.' He could not see her eyes, but she was smiling in a forced way, with her lips close set.
'As you insisted on speaking,' she said at length, 'I had no choice but to listen.

It is usual, I think--if one may trust the novels--for a woman to return thanks when an offer of this kind has been made to her.
So--thank you very much, Mr.Barfoot.' Everard seized a little chair that was close by, planted it beside Rhoda's, there seated himself and took possession of one of her hands.
It was done so rapidly and vehemently that Rhoda started back, her expression changing from sportive mockery to all but alarm.
'I will have no such thanks,' he uttered in a low voice, much moved, a smile making him look strangely stern.

'You shall understand what it means when a man says that he loves you.

I have come to think your face so beautiful that I am in torment with the desire to press my lips upon yours.