"Save that it was prompted by her own gentle and good spirit, I know not," he said with frankness.
"May it not have been love?" said the other, with hesitation.
The elder started, and turned and gazed on the speaker an instant with surprise before he replied:
"Love! How could she love a lowborn boy like me? 'Twas pity, rather."
"Nay, 'twas love."
"Nay, I will not have the vanity to think so, nor will I do her motives so much wrong."
"Said you she was fair?"
"As maiden ever was."
"Gentle?"
"As a seraph, if it should come to earth to habit in woman's form."