You are the bravest, and the kindest, and the simplest of all men--I mean of all people--I like you very much, Master Ridd, and I think of you almost every day.' 'That will not do for me, Lorna.

Not almost every day I think, but every instant of my life, of you.

For you I would give up my home, my love of all the world beside, my duty to my dearest ones, for you I would give up my life, and hope of life beyond it.

Do you love me so ?' 'Not by any means,' said Lorna; 'no, I like you very much, when you do not talk so wildly; and I like to see you come as if you would fill our valley up, and I like to think that even Carver would be nothing in your hands--but as to liking you like that, what should make it likely?
especially when I have made the signal, and for some two months or more you have never even answered it! If you like me so ferociously, why do you leave me for other people to do just as they like with me ?' 'To do as they liked! Oh, Lorna, not to make you marry Carver ?' 'No, Master Ridd, be not frightened so; it makes me fear to look at you.' 'But you have not married Carver yet?
Say quick! Why keep me waiting so ?' 'Of course I have not, Master Ridd.

Should I be here if I had, think you, and allowing you to like me so, and to hold my hand, and make me laugh, as I declare you almost do sometimes?
And at other times you frighten me.' 'Did they want you to marry Carver?
Tell me all the truth of it.' 'Not yet, not yet.