In his own cause, the words might not have come so readily, but they were not now the less evidently sincere, because they were many.

She was glad that she had boldly risen, and left Bianca's side, in order to hear him.
But when he paused, she scarcely knew what to answer.

She wanted to hear more.

It was as though a dawn were rising, high and clear, in the dim country through which childhood had led her, and she longed suddenly for the full light of broad day.
"Indeed, you speak as though you loved him," she said.
"Yes, but I am trying to tell you how he loves you, and I cannot, though I know it all.

You must hear it for yourself, you must see him, you must know him--" "But it is impossible--" Veronica's protest broke off rather weakly in the middle.
"It is impossible that you should be here to-morrow at this hour?
Perhaps--I do not know.