She stood before him, looked quickly into his face, and turned pale. "Leave me!" she gasped. "Yes. I find, alas, I am compelled to go." "And only the day before yesterday you asked me to become your wife!" she cried, reproachfully. "What have I done that you should treat me thus?" "Nothing. You have done nothing, Liane, only to fascinate me and hold me irrevocably to you," he answered, looking earnestly into her clear, beautiful eyes. He paused. His soul was too full for utterance. Then at length he said, "I have asked you here this evening to tell you everything, for when I leave here, I fear it will be never to return." "Why?" she asked, looking him full in the face, with a puzzled expression. "Because I am not wealthy, as is generally believed," he replied, colouring deeply as he met her searching gaze. "It is useless to deceive you, therefore I must tell you the hideous truth. My father has thought fit to leave his whole fortune to my brother, and allow me to go penniless. I am therefore unable to marry." Liane's lips had grown white with fear and astonishment. "And that is the reason you now intend to forsake me!" she gasped. He bowed his head. She passed her hand over her eyes. Her soul was in a tumult. She, too, fondly wished to believe that he actually loved her, to trust the evidence of what she saw. His words were a trifle ambiguous, and that was sufficient to fill her with uncertainty. Jealous of that delicacy which is the parent of love, and its best preserver, she checked the overflowings of her heart, and while her face streamed with tears, placed her hand protestingly upon his arm. "Forgive me!" he cried with increased earnestness. "I know I have wronged you. Forgive me, in justice to your own virtues, Liane. In what has passed between us I feel I ought to have only expressed thanks for your goodness to me; but if my words or manner have obeyed the more fervid impulse of my soul, and declared aloud what should have been kept secret, blame my nature, not my presumption. I am ruined, and I dare not look steadily on any aim higher than your esteem." "Ah! do not speak to me so coldly," the girl burst forth passionately. "I cannot bear it. You said you loved me," and she sobbed bitterly. "I have loved you, dear one, ever since we first met," he answered quickly. "I love you now, even better than my life. But alas! a mysterious fate seems to govern both of us, and we are compelled to part." "To part!" she wailed. "Why?" "Ere long my brother will come to take possession of this place, for it is no longer my home," he answered, in a low, pained tone. "I shall go away to London and try to eke out a living at the Bar. For a young man without means the legal profession is but a poor one at best," he sighed; "therefore marriage being out of the question, I am compelled to tell you the plain honest truth, and release you."