“How do you know that, as you have never tried any other?”
“We know some things intuitively; as I know that you love this man, though no words of yours have ever lisped that love to a living being.”
“Edith!”
“Dawn, it's true; and may I not know the reason why you so steel your heart against him?”
“I steel my heart against him? Who told you that?”
“Some Fairy, perchance; but seriously, my dear friend, answer me, and forgive me if I seem curious and intrusive. Do you know aught against him? Is he not high, and good, and noble?”
“For aught I know he has all those qualities of heart and soul which would draw any woman's heart towards him.”
“Then you cannot love him, save as a brother, or you would respond to his longing to take you to himself, and help you in your labors.”
“Edith, how do you know this? Has he thus laid his feelings before another? I could not ever reverence one who could do this.”
“He has not. I know it all by living in his home. I feel his sorrows and know their nature, as well as his joys. You seem strange, Dawn; I do not understand you.”