‘I do not doubt your love, and my own is unalterable. I fear circumstances; but what has fear to do with it; I wish to make you my own; the empire of my passion is all-subduing. I will not wait! If you refuse me, I have been mistaken; you do not love me.’
‘Those are only words,’ she answered, a proud smile lighting the trouble of her countenance. ‘You have said that you do not doubt my love, and in your heart you cannot. Answer me one question, Wilfrid: have you made little of your father’s opposition, in order to spare me pain? Is it more serious than you are willing to tell me?’
The temptation was strong to reply with an affirmative. If she believed his father to be utterly irreconcilable, there could be no excuse for lingering; yet his nobler self prevailed, to her no word of falsenes
