It will come.

I'll bother you no more about it now.

God knows I can afford to leave well alone! I am only too happy--too thankful--as it is!" And indeed I rose to my feet every whit as joyful as though she had accepted me on the spot.

At least she had not rejected me; nay, she confessed to loving me in a way.

What more could a lover want?
Yet there was a dejection in her drooping attitude which disconcerted me in the hour of my reward.