"What do you think I've determined, Lucy? If my father——but no! my father does love me.—No! he will not; and we will be happy together here. And I will win my way with you. And whatever I win will be yours; for it will be owing to you. I feel as if I had no strength but yours—none! and you make me—O Lucy!"
His voice ebbs. Presently Lucy murmurs—
"Your father, Richard."
"Yes, my father?"
"Dearest Richard! I feel so afraid of him."
"He loves me, and will love you, Lucy."
"But I am so poor and humble, Richard."
"No one I have ever seen is like you, Lucy."
"You think so, because you"——
"What?"