Before we part in Manila I may tell her, but that is all.

I believe I should like to have her know that I love her.

She can't think badly of me for it, I'm sure." Hugh did not answer.

He arose and silently grasped the hand of the other, who also had conic to his feet.
"I would to God that I could call you brother," said he.
"Don't say it! It is too wild an improbability," cried Veath.
"Yes; it is more than that: it is an impossibility." "If in the end I should conclude to tell Miss Ridge of my feelings, will you tell me now that I may do so with your permission ?" "But there is no hope," cried Hugh miserably.
"I do not ask for hope.

I shall not ask her to love me or to be my wife.
I may want to tell her that I love her, that's all.