You had better go now before anyone else comes in, but I want you to remember when you think of me that I bless and thank you, and am grateful to you.
I have been grateful for years." She took his leaden hand in both of hers, and held it for a moment to her lips.
Lord Lossiemouth's face was pinched and aged.

His hand fell out of hers.
Then his face became suddenly convulsed, frightful to behold, like that of a man being squeezed to death.
"I never loved you," he said in a fierce, suffocated voice.

"I was a little in love with you, that was all, and that was not much.

I soon got over it." "I know," she said.
"I felt pain for a time.

You were very beautiful, and you were the first.