"Daisy, will you promise not to be jealous?"
An eager and joyful "Yes" rose to my lips—a most bitter thought checked it.
"I cannot," I exclaimed, desperately, "I cannot, Cornelius."
"You will not promise?" he said.
"I cannot."
He looked at me very fixedly, but uttered not a word of praise or blame.
"Daisy," called the sad voice of Kate from the house, "come and get ready, child."
I was obeying; Cornelius detained me to observe—
"Ask me for something before we part."
"I have nothing to ask for, Cornelius."