"I can't believe it. And do you think you will grow fond of me?"
"No fonder than I am, Philip. I could not be any fonder than I am."
"This is not to be believed. So that when I come into the room where you are it makes you glad?"
"It gives me such gladness as I never knew before, nor ever thought of."
"This is not to be believed."
"And when you go away I feel so lonely and desolate."
"Do not tell me any more, or I shall hate myself for causing you pain."
"But I would rather feel the pain than be without it. And I'd give you my life, Philip, if you wanted it. I mean I'd go to death for you, Philip; and I'd follow you all round the world, if you wanted it--all round the world, if you would only look back at me now and then."
"You must not say such things, child."
"But they are true."