That's how I love you, Eva," I concluded; "that's how I love and will love you, for ever and ever, no matter what happens." Those sweet gray eyes of hers had been fixed very steadily upon me all through this outburst; as I finished they filled with tears, and my poor love sat wringing her slender fingers, and upbraiding herself as though she were the most heartless coquette in the country.
"How wicked I am!" she moaned.

"How ungrateful I must be! You offer me the unselfish love of a strong, brave man.

I cannot take it.

I have no love to give you in return." "But some day you may," I urged, quite happily in my ignorance.

"It will come.