"Angry with you, little one? Hardly that, I think," said Paul, and his voice sunk.
"Then tell me, sweetheart. You have something to say—what is it?"
"I have come to ask—"
"Yes?"
He hesitated. His heart was too full to speak. He began again.
"Do you think it would be too great a sacrifice to give up—"
"What?" she gasped.
"Do you remember all you told me about my brother Hugh—that he said he loved you?"
"Well?" said Greta, with a puzzled glance.
"I think he spoke truly," said Paul, and his voice trembled.