You will win nothing but mistreatment, and worse, if you stay here for him." "It is my place," she said.
After a moment's helpless silence, he demanded bitterly: "Dost thou love that man ?" The truth leaped to her lips with such wilful force that he read the reply on her face, though her eyes were down and by intense resolution she restrained the denial.

He was close to her, speaking quickly under the pressure of his earnestness.
"I have sacrificed name, birthright, fortune--even honor--that I might be free to love thee!" She drew back from him hurriedly, afraid that his very insistence would destroy her fortitude.
"Let me not have bankrupted myself for a trust thou wilt not give!" "It--it is not mine to give," she stammered.
"Otherwise--otherwise--" he prompted, leaning near her.

But she put him back from her, desperately.
"Go, go!" she whispered.

"I hear--I hear Philadelphus!" He turned from her obediently.
"It is not my last hope," he said to himself.

"Neither has she suffered her last perplexity in this house.