But for my part, as far as I can understand what people mean by it, I fancy I must be what they call in love.

I do not wish to be held as committing myself; for I may be wrong; but that is how I believe things are with me.

And if Miss Marjory should feel any otherwise on her part, mayhap she would be so kind as shake her head.' Marjory was silent, and gave no sign that she had heard.
'How is that, parson ?' asked Will.
'The girl must speak,' replied the parson, laying down his pipe.

'Here's our neighbour who says he loves you, Madge.

Do you love him, ay or no ?' 'I think I do,' said Marjory, faintly.
'Well then, that's all that could be wished!' cried Will, heartily.