"Why 'nothing more'?"
"I can be no more to you," I answered.
"Why not?"
"I have not the feeling. I have not the power. I would, if I could."
"It is I who have made a mistake," he said, as he dropped my hand.
"No, it is I," I said bitterly. "I have been childishly wrong. I have been foolish. It never entered my thought, that you - or anybody - liked me, except as a friend."
"And he got your heart without your knowing it?"
"Who?" said I, frightened.
"De Saussure, of course."
"De Saussure! No indeed. I would a thousand times rather give it to you, Hugh. But, I cannot."