It was high time I said something.
Gently as my patience and embarrassment would allow me, I raised the girl.
"Coralie," I said, gravely, "you are not yourself, I am sure." "It is for my life," she said.

"I am asking for my life!" "You are easily excited and impulsive," I said; "that music has bewildered you.

I do love you, Coralie; so does Clare.

You are our kinswoman and our charge.

How can we help loving you ?" "Ah, me!" she moaned, "you will not understand; it is not that love, Edgar.