I have no reason whatever for thinking so." "I am sure she would," said Lucy, who did not in the least know what words she was uttering.
"It would have been simply for her money,--her money and her beauty.
It would not have been because I love her." "Never--never ask a girl to marry you, unless you love her, Mr.
Greystock." "Then there is only one that I can ever ask," said he.

There was nothing of course that she could say to this.

If he did not choose to go further, she was not bound to understand him.

But would he go further?
She felt at the moment that an open declaration of his love to herself would make her happy for ever, even though it should be accompanied by an assurance that he could not marry her.

If they only knew each other,--that it was so between them,--that, she thought, would be enough for her.