"Oh, I wish you hadn't said that! It is not because I doubt you any longer; not that I fail to appreciate all you offer me.

But it is so hard to appear ungrateful, to give nothing in return for so vast a gift." "Then it is true that you do not love me ?" The blood flamed suddenly up into her face, but there was no lowering of the eyes, no shrinking back.

She was too honest to play the coward before him.
"I shall not attempt to deceive you," she said, with a slow impressiveness instantly carrying conviction.

"This has already progressed so far that I now owe you complete frankness.

Donald Brant, now and always, living or dead, married or single, wherever life may take us, I shall love you." Their eyes were meeting, but she held up her hand to restrain him from the one step forward.
"No, no; I have confessed the truth; I have opened freely to you the great secret of my heart.