'I ought to be,' I answered, 'having loved you all these years.
'But you told me that—that you loved another girl,' she said, her elbow leaning on the mantel, her eyes looking down soberly.
'When? Where?' I asked.
'In Mrs Fuller's parlour.'
'Hope,' I said, 'you misunderstood me; I meant you.
She came toward me, then, looking up into my eyes. I started to embrace her but she caught my hands and held them apart and came close to me.
'Did you say that you meant me?' she asked in a whisper.
'I did.'
'Why did you not tell me that night?
'Because you would not listen to me and we were interrupted.