But you must think seldom of me, and you must endeavour to be happy with some other--" "You cannot, Flora, pursue the picture you yourself would draw.

These words come not from your heart." "Yes--yes--yes." "Did you ever love me ?" "Charles, Charles, why will you add another pang to those you know must already rend my heart ?" "No, Flora, I would tear my own heart from my bosom ere I would add one pang to yours.

Well I know that gentle maiden modesty would seal your lips to the soft confession that you loved me.

I could not hope the joy of hearing you utter these words.

The tender devoted lover is content to see the truthful passion in the speaking eyes of beauty.