What a thing it was to have her love him, even if it be entangling! She increased in value in his eyes because of her objection.

She was something to struggle for, and that was everything.

How different from the women who yielded willingly! He swept the thought of them from his mind.
"And you don't know when he'll go away ?" asked Hurstwood, quietly.
She shook her head.
He sighed.
"You're a determined little miss, aren't you ?" he said, after a few moments, looking up into her eyes.
She felt a wave of feeling sweep over her at this.

It was pride at what seemed his admiration--affection for the man who could feel this concerning her.
"No," she said coyly, "but what can I do ?" Again he folded his hands and looked away over the lawn into the street.
"I wish," he said pathetically, "you would come to me.

I don't like to be away from you this way.