“he murmured with his lips; but she heard.
She strained every effort of her mind to say what ought to be said. But instead of that she let her eyes rest on him, full of love, and made no answer.
«It's come!» he thought in ecstasy. «When I was beginning to despair, and it seemed there would be no end—it's come! She loves me!
She owns it!»
«Then do this for me: never say such things to me, and let us be friends,» she said in words; but her eyes spoke quite differently.
«Friends we shall never be, you know that yourself.”