'No,' he replied, with hesitation.
'Tell me, then—what is the other?'
'You know how I love you——'
'And I—you.'
'But in one sense my love is so liable to misconstruction—so hopeless of proof.'
'Hopeless, Vivian—after all I have admitted?' she asked reproachfully.
'I mean because I am almost penniless as compared to you.'
'What does that matter? Surely I have enough for two,' said she, laughing.
'And I fear the bitter opposition of your family.'
'So do I; but don't mind it,' said the independent little beauty.