"And what would advancement be to me if I have not you, Nancy?" I asked.
She thought it would be a great deal.
"And do you love me, my dear?" I asked.
She thought I had no need to ask such a question.
"Then suppose you were mistress of Restormel, and I were without home, would you let me go away because I was poor and what the world called disgraced?"
And at this my Nancy began to laugh, even while her eyes grew dim with tears.
"No, Roger," she said; "but—but you are so different."
After that I would hear no further objections, neither indeed did she offer more, for she saw that they grieved me, and so it soon came about that she gave her consent to be the mistress of the home which I had won back.
"But you are giving me everything, and I am giving you nothing," she said.