I considered you as a gentleman whose prudence and good sense would not allow him to step outside of the path of perfectly conventional social intercourse.

This is not conventional and not prudent." "I loved you then, and I love you now;" exclaimed Lawrence.

"You must have known that I loved you, for my declaration does not in the least surprise you." "Once--it was the last time you visited Midbranch--I suspected, just a little, that your mind might be affected somewhat in the way you speak of, but I supposed that attack of weakness had passed away." "I know what you mean," said Lawrence, "but I can't endure to talk of such trifles.

I love you, Roberta--" "Miss March," she interrupted.
"And I want you to tell me if you love me in return." Miss March rose from the rock where she had been sitting, and her companion rose with her.

After a moment's silence, during which he watched her with intense eagerness, she said: "Mr Croft, I am going to give you your choice.