Can't you see how it is with me?
I am really very ignorant.

I want some one who understands; I want you, Beatrice, very badly." She patted the back of his hand caressingly.
"You mustn't talk like that, Leonard," she said.

"I shouldn't make you a good wife.

I am not going to marry any one." "And why ?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"That is my secret," she told him, looking into the fire.
"You mean to say that, you will never marry ?" he persisted.
"Oh, I suppose I shall change, like other women," she answered.

"Just at present, I feel like that." "Is it because your sister's marriage--" She caught hold of both his hands; her eyes were suddenly full of terror.
"You mustn't talk about Elizabeth," she begged, "you please mustn't talk about her.