"Sure and certain," he responded, with a long sigh. "If I were as sure
of your love as I am of mine for you--Forgive me, dearest!" for she had
raised her eyes to his with an earnestness that was almost solemn.
"You may be sure," she said, slowly. "I shall love you as long as I
live. I know it! I do not know why. I only--feel it. Perhaps we may be
parted--"
He laughed--but his hand closed on hers, and gripped them tightly.
--"But I shall always love you. Something has gone out of me--is it my
heart?--and I can never take it back from you. Perhaps you may grow
tired of me--it may be. I have read and heard of such things happening
to women--you may see someone more beautiful than Miss Falconer,
someone who will lead you to forget the little girl who rode through
the rain in Herondale. If so, there will be no need to tell me; no need
to make excuses, or ask for forgiveness. There would be no need to tell
me, for something here"--she drew her hand from his and touched her
bosom--"would tell me. You would only have to keep away from me--that
is all. And I--ah well I should be silent, quite silent."
"Dearest!" he murmured, reproachfully, and with something like awe, for
her brows were knit, her face was pale as ivory, and her eyes glowed.
"Why do you say this now, just as--as we have confessed our love for
each other? Do you think I shall be faithless? I could almost laugh! As
if any man you deigned to love could ever forget you, ever care a straw
for any other woman!"
She turned to him with a shudder, a little cry that was tragic in its
intensity, turned to him and clenched her small hands on his breast.
"Swear to me!" she panted; then, as if ashamed of the passion that
racked her, her eyes dropped and the swift red flooded her face. "No!
you shall not swear to me, Stafford. I--I will believe you love me as I
shall love you forever and forever! But if--if the time should come
when some other girl shall win you from me, promise me that you will
not tell me, that you will just keep away from me! I could bear it
if--if I did not see you; but if I saw you--Oh!"--something like a moan
escaped her quivering lips, and she flung herself upon his breast with
the _abandon_, the unself-consciousness of a child.