"I wish to remain single," she answered.
"It is your mother's wish that you should marry me. We have had a conversation about it."
"Lord Maltravers," replied Lena, "I can never love you. Would you take the hand, where the heart can never be?"
"Oh, yes. If I can only call you mine, I will teach you to love me; believe me, dearest, love will come in time."
"Never!"
"Is it possible that you love another?"
Lena looked up indignantly, almost angrily.
"You have no right to pry into the secrets of my heart," she replied.
"I know how it is," said Maltravers, bitterly, "you love that fellow, Harkaway."
"Suppose I do care for Mr. Harkaway—what then?"