“Henry! I know not. A thousand thoughts crowd upon me. I could give you a thousand reasons, all comprised in one—I love you, because I love you!”
“Enough, dear Marion! I believe it. Do you need me to declare again? Can I plight my troth more truly?”
“No—no—Henry! I know that you love me now.”
“Now! now and for ever!”
“You promise it, Henry?”
“I promise it, Marion.”
“O, Henry! you will promise me something more. You have said you would.”
“What more, Marion?”
“I have told you that I would prefer death to jealousy. I only spoke the truth, Henry. I’ve heard say, that the heart sometimes changes, in spite of itself. I don’t believe it. I am sure mine can never change. Could yours, Henry?”
“Never! what do you wish me to promise? What is it you would bind me to?”