He hates me because I care for you--you know that.

I couldn't keep it to myself even if I would." She drew a little away but he forced her to look at him.

There was something else besides appeal in her eyes.
"You've been the victim of a mistake," he insisted, his hand resting upon hers.

"I don't believe that you really care for him at all.

He doesn't seem the right sort for you, he's so much older and graver.