Hespokewithsuchwarmthandfeeling，withsuchpassionateenthusiasm，andyetwithsuchperfectdelicacy，thatsheraisedherhead，flushedupalittle，andlookedathimwithsuddenanimationandspirit。
`No！’shesaidfirmly。`Themostwretchedofhersex，ifshemustgiveherselfinmarriagewhenshecannotgiveherlove。’
`Mayshenotgiveitinthefuture，’heasked，`iftheoneobjectofherhusband’slifeistodeserveit？’
`Never！’sheanswered。`Ifyoustillpersistinmaintainingourengagement，Imaybeyourtrueandfaithfulwife，SirPercival——yourlovingwife，ifIknowmyownheart，never！’
Shelookedsoirresistiblybeautifulasshesaidthosebravewordsthatnomanalivecouldhavesteeledhisheartagainsther。ItriedhardtofeelthatSirPercivalwastoblame，andtosayso，butmywomanhoodwouldpityhim，inspiteofmyself。