"Has that made you more unhappy, Rachael?"
"More unhappy? God help me! have I any happiness beyond your presence?"
"I sometimes think that we two might be less—"
Lord Hope paused. The hand in his seemed turning to marble.
"In mercy, do not say that, Norton! Surely you cannot return love like mine with hate so cruel!"
"We will not talk of hate, Rachael. It is an unseemly word."
"But you are angry with me?"
"No, the time has gone by when I can be angry with you, Rachael."
"Oh! have some mercy upon me, Norton, and tell me how I have lost your love—for you did love me."
"God only knows how well!" answered the man, with a throe of bitter passion breaking up the calm he had maintained.