And you are clever, educated,--and a man.

How should I not love you?
And I know from the touch of your hand, from your breath when I feel it on my face, from the fire of your eye, and from the tenderness of your mouth, that you, too, love me.' 'I do,' he said.
'But as there may be marriage without love, so there may be love without marriage.

You cannot but feel how little you know of me, and ignorant as you are of so much, that to marry me might be--ruin.' It was just what he had told himself over and over again, when he had been trying to resolve what he would do in regard to her.

'Don't you know that ?' 'I know that it might have been so among the connections of home life.' 'And to you the connections of home life may all come back.

That woman talked about your "roll of ancestors." Coming from her it was absurd.
But there was some truth in it.