"It isn't only the promise. You have no right to speak like that. I should never have done as I did if I'd even thought of you like that."
"What do you mean by saying it's not only the promise?"
"Why, that I don't love you—I never did—oh, what a wretched thing!" And she rose and paced about, clasping her hands.
Stafford was very pale now, but very quiet.
"You never loved me?"
"No."
"But you will. You must, when you know my love—"
"No."
"Yes, but you will. Let me tell you what you are—"
"No, I never can."