Would she only wait for me, too?
Should my trust and my devotion be finally rewarded?
Miss Pimpernell said “yes,” and Min, when I saw her, looked it; but, my heart frequently said “no”—and, I was miserable in consequence!
It is a truism, that, when one loves truly, one is never satisfied.
Chapter Six.
“My Life, I Love Thee!”
—Then, in that time and place I spoke to her,
Requiring, tho’ I knew it was mine own,
Yet for the pleasure that I took to hear,
Requiring, at her hand, the greatest gift,
A woman’s heart, the heart of her I loved.
When “hope deferred,” and baffled love combined, had well-nigh made me as miserable and woebegone as I could possibly be, I heard a piece of news one day which almost nerved up my halting resolution to bring affairs to a final issue by speaking out again to Mrs Clyde—no matter what might be the result.