Then she drew away abruptly.
"I don't know what I'm doing!" she panted.

"You mustn't kiss me like that! You mustn't, Arnold!" She began to cry, but before he could attempt to console her she dashed the tears away.
"Oh, we're impossible, both of us!" she declared.

"But then, a poor creature like me must always be impossible.

It isn't quite kind of fate, is it, to give any one a woman's heart and a woman's loneliness, and the poor frame of a hopeless invalid." "You're not a hopeless invalid," he assured her, earnestly.

"No one would ever know, to look at you as you sit there, that there was anything whatever the matter.