In an almost inaudible voice, after some hesitation, he replied—
“He did.”
“His objection, Mark—fear not for me—my bruised heart has been too much accustomed to such trials, to faint under learning all he could say of me.”
“I cannot repeat his words!” cried Mark, with a burst of feeling.
Lotte still urged him.
“It is needful Mark, indeed, that I should know,” she said.
“Lotte,” exclaimed Mark, taking her hand and pressing it passionately to his lips, “remember, the words I may repeat have had—and never can have—any influence on me.”
“Of that I am sure,” she observed.
“His objection was that you were poor——”
“Yes,” said Lotte, as he paused. .