“Why?”

“Because you were so different,” she answered in a lower voice. “Because it was so endless, so hopeless. Spare me!”

“Did you think for me at all, Lizzie?” he asked, as if he were a little stung.

“Not much, Mr. Wrayburn. Not much until tonight.”

“Will you tell me why?”

“I never supposed until tonight that you needed to be thought for. But if you do need to be; if you do truly feel at heart that you have indeed been towards me what you have called yourself tonight, and that there is nothing for us in this life but separation; then Heaven help you, and Heaven bless you!”