"He paused again, and I sat up watching his half-averted face, as in those few words--so few but so pregnant of meaning--he laid bare to me his heart; and as he sighed, the heavy throbbing in my breast began to subside, and a strange feeling of pity for him to grow. "`I thought it but fair to tell you this,' he said sadly, `to show you that I have no youthful first love to lay before you; but I felt that here, in this village, if your lot were joined to mine, the down-hill of life would be made happy for me, as God knows I would try to make it ever green and pleasant for you, while those around us should be taught to bless us for the help we gave. It is no romantic offer,' he said, more cheerfully. `It is very matter-of-fact, I know, but it was upon these grounds, dear friend, that I asked you to be my wife.' "He looked down at me once again, and as our eyes met, something within me seemed to say, `Withdraw your refusal, and lay those trembling hands in his, for he is a man that you could love.' But I only shook my head sadly, as I murmured-- "`No, it could never be!' "`You are agitated,' he said tenderly, as he took my hand and reverently kissed it. `I will leave you now. Mine is too solemn a proposal for us both to be replied to without consideration. Let all be as it was for a month, and then I will renew my suit. If, after this lapse of time, you shall think as you do now, believe me, I will never pain the woman whom I hope to retain as my best and dearest friend, by the faintest allusion to that which we will agree to bury in the past.' "`No,' I said, with a firmness which surprised myself. `Stay Mr Grainger. Let me speak.' "He bowed his head in his old pleasant manner and took his seat once more. "`I must undeceive you now--at once,' I faltered. `It would be cruel to you--to us both, to let this rest only to be renewed at the month's end,' "He bowed his head still lower, and my heart gave a throb of gratitude as I saw the tender consideration with which he averted his gaze from my agitated face. "There was again a terrible silence in the room, broken only by the distant murmur of the sunlit sea, as it broke upon the fine shingle three hundred feet below. There was a soft rustle, too, amongst the leaves around the window, and--I remember it so well--the pale pink petals of a rose kept falling slowly, fluttering down like the withered hopes of my past sad life, as I struggled hard for the calmness that should enable me to speak. "There was no other man living to whom I could have made this confession, and not even to him an hour before; but after the way in which he had bared the secrets of his own heart to my gaze, a bond of sympathy seemed to have joined us, and something within me forced me to speak--agitatedly at first, but with a growing calmness, that was even piteous to me, as I seemed to listen to my own words, and once more grieved over my sorrows, as if they had been those of another.