Thank God for that to the last: but would God I had died of that cholera! that I had never come here, conceited fool that I was, fancying that it was possible, after having once--No! Let me go, go anywhere, where I may burden you no more with my absurd dreams!--You, who have had the same thing said to you, and in finer words, a hundred times, by men who would not deign to speak to me!" and covering his face in his hands, he strode on, as if to escape.
"I never had the same thing said to me!" "Never?
How often have fine gentlemen, noblemen, sworn that they were dying for you ?" "They never have said to me what you have done." "No--I am clumsy, I suppose--" "Mr.Headley, indeed you are unjust to yourself--unjust to me!" "I--to you?
Never! I know you better than you know yourself--see in you what no one else sees.

Oh, what fools they are who say that love is blind! Blind?
He sees souls in God's own light; not as they have become: but as they ought to become--can become--are already in the sight of Him who made them!" "And what might I become ?" asked she, half-frightened by the new earnestness of his utterance.
"How can I tell! Something infinitely too high for me, at least, who even now am not worthy to kiss the dust off your feet." "Oh, do not speak so: little do you know--! No, Mr.Headley, it is you who are too good for me; too noble, single-eyed, self-sacrificing, to endure my vanity and meanness for a day." "Madam, do not speak thus! Give me no word which my folly can distort into a ray of hope, unless you wish to drive me mad.

No! it is impossible; and, were it possible, what but ruin to my soul?
I should live for you, and not for my work.

I should become a schemer, ambitious, intriguing, in the vain hope of proving myself to the world worthy of you.

No; let it be.