You shall have those ha'pence, and the kisses too, if so be you will take them--or not, as you will, Rosalie." "Monsieur," she gasped, for something caught her in the throat, and the tears started to her eyes, "ask me to forget that you have ever said those words.

Oh, Monsieur, it is not possible, it never could be possible! I am only the postmaster's daughter." "You are my wife, if you will but say the word," he answered, "and I as proud a husband as the land holds!" "You were always kind to me, Monsieur," she rejoined, her lips trembling; "won't you be so still ?" "I am too old ?" he asked.
"Oh no, it is not that," she replied.
"You have as good manners as my mother had.

You need not fear comparison with any lady in the land.

Have I not known you all your life?
I know the way you have come, and your birth is as good as mine." "Ah, it is not that, Monsieur!" "I give you my word that I do not come to you because no one else would have me," he said with a curious simplicity.

"I never asked a woman to marry me--never! You are the first.