Do you think there is no magnetic power in true love which can divine the answering love in another?
Lesbia, call me an insolent coxcomb if you like, but I know you love me, and that you and I may be utterly happy together.

Oh, why--why do you shrink from me, my beloved; why withhold yourself from my arms! Oh, love, let me hold you to my heart--let me seal our betrothal with a kiss!' 'Betrothal--no, no; not for the world,' cried Lesbia.

'Lady Maulevrier would cast me off for ever; she would curse me.' 'What would the curse of an ambitious woman weigh against my love?
And I tell you that her anger would be only a passing tempest.

She would forgive you.' 'Never--you don't know her.' 'I tell you she would forgive you, and all would be well with us before we had been married a year.

Why cannot you believe me, Lesbia ?' 'Because I cannot believe impossibilities, even from your lips,' she answered sullenly.
She stood before him with downcast eyes, the tears streaming down her pale cheeks, exquisitively lovely in her agitation and sorrow.