From the sole of
your foot to the crown of you head I love you as I think a man
would wish to be loved by the girl he loves. You have come across
my life, and have swallowed me up, and made me all your own. But I
will not marry you to be rejected by your people. No; nor shall
there be a kiss between us till I know that it will not be so.'
'May I speak to your father?'
'For what good? I have not spoken to father or mother because I
have known that it must depend upon your father. Lord
Silverbridge, if he will tell me that I shall be his daughter, I
will become your wife,--oh with such perfect joy, with such perfect
truth! If it can never be so, then let us be torn apart,--with
whatever struggle, still at once. In that case I will get myself
back to my own country as best I may, and will pray to God that
all this may be forgotten.' Then she made her way round to the
door, leaving him fixed on the spot in which she had been
standing. But as she went she made a little prayer to him. 'Do not
delay my fate. It is all in all to me.' And so he was left alone
in the billiard-room.
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