"Who told you anything about him?"
"No matter. Why did not you marry him?"
"Because I did not love him."
"He is a noble-hearted, generous man."
"Yes, very; I do not know his superior."
"What!"
"I mean what I say," said she firmly.
He smiled, one of his genial, irresistible smiles; and she smiled also, despite herself. "Give me your hand, Beulah?"
She did so very quietly.
"There—is it mine?"