She was all smiling and pleased.

How could she be pleased over her wedding-clothes if she did not love you?
She does, Burr! She is a child--I can talk to her.
I will make her.

Let me go, Burr! You wait here, and not fret.

Oh, how pale you look! I tell you, you shall have her, Burr!" "I tell you, Madelon, she does not love me, and I will not have you go." Madelon stood looking at him, her face all at once changing curiously as if from some revelation from within.

She remembered suddenly that old scene with Eugene, and a suspicion seized her.