"You will see some other girl whom you will love," she said. "You are a good man; every one speaks well of you; your wife will be proud of you."
"I shall never marry," I said, " I love only one.
Our conversation was interrupted by Steven Wolf, who stole abruptly upon us.
"No poaching!" he cried. "Respect the rights of property."
"It is not in that way," I said, and I confess that at that moment I felt a deadly hatred towards him, "I should speak of the girl I was going to marry."
"You choose your way," he retorted, "and I will choose mine. Not a bad way, is it?"
And he put his arm round Louisa's waist. Her eyes were cast down; she never looked at me.
"Words are wasted between us," I said. "Farewell, Louisa Wagner. May you be happy."
He sent a shout of mocking laughter after me.
"Truly," I could not help thinking, "in good feeling I have the advantage of you."