She felt the pleasure of triumphant power, and her eyes sparkled and her cheek again flushed, but with a different emotion to that she had felt before.
"Do you mean, then, that you have never loved him, and merely sported with his feelings, for your own amusement?
Caroline, I will not believe it.

You could not have acted with such cruelty; you do love him, but you reject my confidence.

I do not ask you to confide in me, though I did hope I should have been your chosen friend; but I beseech, I implore you, Caroline, only to say that you are jesting.

You do love him." "You are mistaken, Emmeline, never more so in your life.

I have refused his offered hand; if you wish my confidence on this subject, I give it you.