If I know anything of her, I know that." To his surprise, she answered softly: "You are wrong.

I wonder at it myself, but I had made up my mind to be content with second place, and to be grateful for it." "I could not have believed it!" he cried.
"I could not have believed it myself," said she.
"Are you the Grizel----" he began.
"No," she said, "I have changed a little," and she looked pathetically at him.
"It stabs me," he said, "to see you so humble." "I am humbler than I was," she answered huskily, but she was looking at him with the fondest love.
"Don't look at me so, Grizel," he implored.

"I am unworthy of it.

I am the man who has made you so humble." "Yes," she answered, and still she looked at him with the fondest love.

A film came over his eyes, and she touched them softly with her handkerchief.
"Those eyes that but a little while ago were looking so coldly at you!" he said.
"Dear eyes!" said she.
"Though I were to strike you----" he cried, raising his hand.
She took the hand in hers and kissed it.
"Has it come to this!" he said, and as she could not speak, she nodded.