She never uttered a single word on which he could be enabled to build a hope.

Then he had become blacker and still blacker, fiercer and still fiercer, more and more earnest in his purpose, till at last he asked her whom it was that she loved--as she could not love him.

He knew well whom it was that he suspected;--and she knew also.

But he had no right to demand any statement from her on that head.

She did not think that the man loved her; nor did she know what to say or to think of her own feelings.