"Must I establish a dead-line every time I commit the folly of being alone with you ?" "I'll draw that line," he said, taking her in his arms.
"I--I beg you will draw it quickly, Mr.Siward." "I do; it passes through your heart and mine!" "Is--do you mean a declaration--again?
You are compromising yourself, you know.

I warn you that you are committing yourself." "So are you.

Look at me!" In his arms, her own arms pressed against his breast, resisting, she raised her splendid youthful eyes; and through and through her shot pulse on pulse, until every nerve seemed aquiver.
"While I'm still sane," he said with a dry catch in his throat, "before I tell you that I love you, look at me." "I will, if you wish," she said with a trembling smile, "but it is useless--" "That is what I shall find out in time.

...

You must meet my eyes.