“Oh, no, no, not that,” impulsively; but then she blushed again, as if ashamed.
“Oh, my God! God bless you!” he cried, with a great sigh of relief. “I was afraid it might be.”
He leaned toward her, breathing swiftly; and his eyes consumed her face. By and by, very gently, he spoke her name, “Christine!”
Her lips parted—“Yes?”
“Christine—I love you—with all my heart and soul.”
No response.
“Christine—do you believe me?”
A long breath; then a scarce audible “Yes.”
“Do you think,”—he paused to gain courage. “Do you think it will ever be possible for you to care for me?”
No answer.