I, too," he added with emotion,--"I, too, might love thee!" "You!" cried Viola, with the vehemence of a sudden impulse of delight, of rapture, which she could not suppress; but the instant after, she would have given worlds to recall the exclamation.
"Yes, Viola, I might love thee; but in that love what sorrow and what change! The flower gives perfume to the rock on whose heart it grows.

A little while, and the flower is dead; but the rock still endures,--the snow at its breast, the sunshine on its summit.

Pause,--think well.
Danger besets thee yet.

For some days thou shalt be safe from thy remorseless persecutor; but the hour soon comes when thy only security will be in flight.

If the Englishman love thee worthily, thy honour will be dear to him as his own; if not, there are yet other lands where love will be truer, and virtue less in danger from fraud and force.