And as for him--if a woman could bear such a position, surely he might bear it.

"Do you know who that one is ?" he asked.
"No," she said,--shaking her head.
"Lucy, is that true ?" "What does it matter ?" "Lucy;--look at me, Lucy," and he put his hand upon her arm.
"No,--no,--no!" she said.
"I love you so well, Lucy, that I never can love another.

I have thought of many women, but could never even think of one, as a woman to love, except you.

I have sometimes fancied I could marry for money and position,--to help myself on in the world by means of a wife,--but when my mind has run away with me, to revel amidst ideas of feminine sweetness, you have always--always been the heroine of the tale, as the mistress of the happy castle in the air." "Have I ?" she asked.
"Always,--always.

As regards this,"-- and he struck himself on the breast,--"no man was ever more constant.