She could not resist pronouncing his name that once.
"I knew it! You loved me then. You love me now. What is the use of fighting against it, when we love each other so? Marion! Love! Ah God! At last!"
"Go!"
With a quick movement she sprang to her feet and stood back from him.
"Marion!"
But in a moment it was past. With a gesture she kept him at arm's length.
"Is that your friendship?" she asked reproachfully.
"No, it is love," he answered almost roughly. "There is no friendship in it."
"And you talk of helping me!" she cried. "And at such a time as this, when I am weak, unstrung, you force it all upon me, and drag out what I have hidden so long. No, no! You do not love me. Go!"
"Not love you!" Again he tried to get near her. "God in heaven! Do not hurt me so!"