“What?”
“That he had won my heart.”
“Why did you confess it?”
“Because he asked me and said it would make him happy if I would say so.”
“Cruel! dishonourable!”
“Nay, do not blame him; he cannot help not loving me, no more than I can help loving him.”
Henry rubbed his eyes.
“Bless me, you weep! I always heard that you were brought up in a savage country; but I suppose it is a mistake; it was your cousin William.”
“Will not you apply to him for the support of your child?” asked Henry.
“If I thought he would not be angry.”