'I ought not to have spoken--and at such a time.

It was your pity overcame me--your sweet womanly kindness.

I have loved you, I think, ever since that first evening after the _White Lady_.

At least, when I look back upon my feeling, I see that it was love from the beginning.

After that day at Nuneham I knew that it was love; but I would not acknowledge it; I fought against it.