"Well,—yes. I hope it wasn't wrong. I did so try to be right."
"I do not say you were wrong."
"I like him so much, and think him so good, and do really feel that his affection is so great an honour to me, that I could not answer him as though I were quite indifferent to him."
"At any rate, he is to come again?"
"If he pleases."
"Does he really love you?"
"How am I to say? But that is missish and untrue. I am sure he loves me."
"So that he will grieve to lose you?"
"I know he will grieve. I ought not to say so. But I know he will."
"You ought to tell the truth, as you believe it. And you yourself,—do you love him?"