"I'll go home--I'll go to-morrow--I'll leave you alone," he brought out at last.

"Only," he heavily said, "I hate to lose sight of you!" "Never fear.

I shall do no harm." "You'll marry some one else, as sure as I sit here," Caspar Goodwood declared.
"Do you think that a generous charge ?" "Why not?
Plenty of men will try to make you." "I told you just now that I don't wish to marry and that I almost certainly never shall." "I know you did, and I like your 'almost certainly'! I put no faith in what you say." "Thank you very much.

Do you accuse me of lying to shake you off?
You say very delicate things." "Why should I not say that?
You've given me no pledge of anything at all." "No, that's all that would be wanting!" "You may perhaps even believe you're safe--from wishing to be.

But you're not," the young man went on as if preparing himself for the worst.
"Very well then.