"Do you mean that--that the gods have been gracious to some other man ?" "No, no," she answered, hastily--almost indignantly, "of course I don't mean that." "Then it is only that you don't love me yet.

Of course you don't.

Why should you?
But you will, dear, some day.

And I will wait patiently until that day comes and not trouble you with entreaties.

I will wait for you as Jacob waited for Rachel; and as the long years seemed to him but as a few days because of the love he bore her, so it shall be with me, if only you will not send me away quite without hope." She was looking down, white-faced, with a hardening of the lips as if she were in bodily pain.