"I thought--I believed--I was _mad _enough to imagine, from your manner to me that last night we met, that I was something more than a mere guardian to you." "More than _that._ That seems to be a Herculean relation.

What more would you be ?" "I am no longer that, at all events." "What!" cries she, flushing deeply.

"You--you give me up----" "It is you who give _me_ up." "You say you will no longer be my guardian!" She seems struck with amazement at this declaration on his part.

She had not believed him when he had before spoken of his intention of resigning.

"But you cannot," says she.