"Who's broken it? Not I?"
"You will, when you know! Besides, I wish to be released from—from——"
"Say it! You'd as well to say it as to wish it!" he exclaimed with sudden passion.
"I don't want to say it, but I must give you your liberty, dear."
"Well, I'll not have it so long as you call me 'dear' in that tone!" he cried.
"But I want mine!" she said, looking at him gravely.
"Don't you love me, Selah?"
"Love is not everything. There are—other things more important than love. Every man knows that!"
"No woman ought to know it! Besides, love is everything. It's the face of every flower. It's the leaves on the trees. It's the breath of heaven. It's the blush on your cheek, the blood in your veins and mine, dear."
"No, liberty is more than love. And liberty is the enemy of love," she answered.