I had to tell some one, and to whom should I confess it if not to the brother of the woman I love?
It is no disgrace, no dishonor to her.

You cannot blame me for being honest with you.

Some day after you have gone back to America you can tell her that I love her and always will.

She has intimated to me that she is to marry another man, so what chance is there for a poor wretch like me?
I don't see how I have endured the awakening from the dreams I have had.
I even went so far as to imagine a little home in Manila, after I had won her from the mission field and after I had laid by the savings of a year or two.

I had planned to fairly starve myself that I might save enough to make a home for her and--and--" but he could say no more.