I hope you would not believe me capable of speaking in disparagement, Mademoiselle,--you must know--" The water tumbled down the rock into the vale; the soft air was sweet with the scent of pines.

An eagle cruised high against the blue overhead.
Shirley's hand tightened on the rein, and Fanny lifted her head expectantly.
Chauvenet went on rapidly in French: "You must know why I am here--why I have crossed the sea to seek you in your own home.

I have loved you, Mademoiselle, from the moment I first saw you in Florence.

Here, with only the mountains, the sky, the wood, I must speak.

You must hear--you must believe, that I love you! I offer you my life, my poor attainments--" "Monsieur, you do me a great honor, but I can not listen.