"Why need I be ashamed to confess it? I do. I love him with my whole soul!"
"And you do not think there is in you any possibility of a change?"
"A change! What do you mean? Explain yourself."
"You do not think the time will ever come when you will cease to love Mr. Arthur Trevlyn?"
"It will never come!" Margie replied, indignantly, "never, while I have my reason!"
"Do you believe in love's immortality?"
"I believe that all true love is changeless as eternity! I am not a child, Alexandrine, to be blown about by every passing breeze."
"No, you are a woman now, with a woman's capability of suffering. You ought, also, to be possessed of woman's resolution of a woman's strength to endure sorrow and affliction."
"I have never had any great affliction, Alexandrine. The death of Mr. Linmere was horrible to me, but it was not as if I had loved him; and though I loved Mr. Trevlyn, my guardian, he died so peacefully, that I cannot wish him back. And my dear parents—I was so young then, and they were so willing to go! No, I do not think I have ever had any great sorrow, such as blast people's whole lifetimes."
"But you think you will always continue to love Archer Trevlyn?"