If only you could be just what you seem, and one could feel that you were there in our lives for always! I feel that I want to talk to you so much, to you and not the sham you.

What shall I call you ?" "Bertram, please," he whispered.
"Then Bertram, dear," she went on, "for my sake, because you have really become dear to me, because my heart aches at the thought of your danger, and because--see how honest I am--I am a little afraid of myself--will you go away?
The thought of your danger is like a nightmare to me.

It all seems so absurd and unreasonable--I mean that the danger which I fear should be hanging over you.

But I think that there is just a little something back of your brain of which you have never spoken, which it was your duty to keep to yourself, and it is just that something which brings the danger." "I am not afraid for myself, Philippa," he told her.

"I took a false step in life when I came here.