"Well; I should hope not."
"But I do implore you to spare me."
"That is very selfish, Emily."
"Yes,"—she said, "yes. I cannot contradict that. But so is the man selfish who prays the judge to spare his life."
"But you do not think of me. I must go."
"I shall not make you happier, Ferdinand."
"Do you think that it is a fine thing for a man to live in such a country as that all alone?"
"I think he would be better so than with a wife he does not—love."
"Who says I do not love you?"
"Or with one who does—not—love him." This she said very slowly, very softly, but looking up into his eyes as she said it.