Oh, how I would like you to come; how good it would be if--if he would give me to you as other fathers give their daughters! But I are not risk it! I cannot! Stafford"-- she put her hands on his breast and looked up at him--"am I wrong to tell you all this--to let you see how much I love you?
Is it--unmaidenly of me?
Tell me if it is, and I will not do so for the future.

I will hide my heart a little better than I am doing at present.

Ah, see, it is on my sleeve!" He took her arm and kissed the sleeve where her heart was supposed to be.
"I've read that men only love while they are not sure of a woman's love; that with every two persons it is one who loves and the other who permits himself or herself to be loved.

Is that true, Stafford?
If so, then it is I who love--alas! poor me!" He drew her to him and looked into her eyes with a passionate intensity.
"It's not true," he said, almost fiercely.

"For God's sake don't say such things.