I must not come and see you." She was silent, very pale, her eyes on his--and he went on: "It is strange to say it in this way, at such a moment; but it seems as though I had better say it.

I have had the audacity, you see--to fall in love with you.

And if it was audacity a week ago, you can guess what it is now--now when--Ask your mother and brother what they would think of it!" he said abruptly, almost fiercely.
There was a moment's silence.

All consciousness, all feeling in each of these two human beings had come to be--with the irrevocable swiftness of love--a consciousness of the other.

Under the sombre renouncing passion of his look, her own eyes filled slowly--beautifully--with tears.