Despite her will, you might hear a sigh breaking from some deep corner of that light, frivolous heart.
"Bien! chacun a son gout! But you have never stated one trifle--not unnecessary, perhaps, though most married folk get on quite well without it--'Honour,' 'trust,'-- pshaw! My child--do you LOVE Mr.
Halifax ?" No answer.
"Nay, why be shy?
In England, they say, and among the people--no offence, ma petite--one does sometimes happen to care for the man one marries.

Tell me, for I must be gone, do you love him?
one word, whether or no ?" Just then the light coming in showed Ursula's face, beautiful with more than happiness, uplifted even with a religious thankfulness, as she said simply: "John knows.".