"Poor old man, you are tired; you had better come to bed."
He took her in his arms affectionately, and talked to her.
"If you were always as kind and as nice as you are to-night …
I could love you."
"I thought you did love me."
"So I do; you will never know how much." They were close together, and the pure darkness seemed to separate them from all worldly influences.
"If you would be a good girl, and think only of him who loves you very dearly."
"Ah, if I only had met you first!"
"It would have made no difference, you'd have only been saying this to some one else."
"Oh, no; if you had known me before I went wrong."
"Was he the first?"