And yet ..." He paused and she repeated his last two words--gently, encouragingly.
"And yet ...

good master ?" "Yet at times, when I see the crowd of young, empty-headed fortune-seeking jackanapes, who dare to aspire to your ladyship's hand ...

I have asked myself whether perchance I had the right to remain silent, whilst they poured their farrago of nonsense into your ear.

I love you, Sue!" "No! no! good master!" she ejaculated hurriedly, while a nameless, inexplicable fear seemed suddenly to be holding her in its grip, as he uttered those few very simple words which told the old, old tale.
But those words once uttered, Richard felt that he could not now draw back.

The jealously-guarded secret had escaped his lips, passion refused to be held longer in check.