She did not answer directly, and her eyes were troubled.
“Yes, I will tell you. You have a right to know,” and she recrossed the room to her former place. I followed to mine.
“How far would you go with your help?” she asked, leaning her chin on her hand and gazing at me earnestly.
“I should like to know what that look has behind it, but I can answer the question only in one way. I wish you to be my wife, Helga, and let me help you at every turn in life. I love you.”
“And know nothing of me.”
“I know that you are the one woman the world holds for me. That is enough for me to know.”
“You saw me yesterday for the first time.”
“It will be the same when yesterday is ten or twenty years old. It is no question of mere time.”
“Yet I am not as other women.”
“I don’t love the other women.”