He leaned forward, fervently, gazing deep into her eyes; and her lips curved into an adorable smile. "I don't think I should be so very much disappointed," she slowly said. "I believe you would let me learn as much as we could afford—wouldn't you?"
"I'd worship you—you should be to me like a saint—like a thing apart from the world," he whispered.
And she smiled happily.
After a few moments' thought, he asked her:
"You never heard of any other relative of yours, with the exception of this one uncle?"
"No, never."
"What did the Reverend Mother tell you?"
"That both my parents were dead. That was all she knew."
"You have no sort of clew to their family? Have you nothing that belonged to your mother?"
"I had one or two things—a pearl ring, a gold watch and chain, and a few other things, such as a cashmere shawl and some lace. But my uncle took them all away. There were no letters or papers of any kind: nothing that one could find out anything from."