“So you're not going away now?” said Shirley, smiling down at him.
He sat up and leaned over towards her.
“I can't, Shirley, I simply can't,” he replied, his voice trembling. “You are more to me than I dreamed a woman could ever be. I realize it more forcibly every day. There is no use fighting against it. Without you, my work, my life means nothing.”
Shirley shook her head and averted her eyes.
“Don't let us speak of that, Jeff,” she pleaded gently. “I told you I did not belong to myself while my father was in peril.”
“But I must speak of it,” he interrupted. “Shirley, you do yourself an injustice as well as me. You are not indifferent to me—I feel that. Then why raise this barrier between us?”
A soft light stole into the girl's eyes. Ah, it was good to feel there was someone to whom she was everything in the world!
“Don't ask me to betray my trust, Jeff,” she faltered. “You know I am not indifferent to you—far from it. But I—”
He came closer until his face nearly touched hers.
“I love you—I want you,” he murmured feverishly. “Give me the right to claim you before all the world as my future wife!”