"I presume you understand the meaning of the words you employ; and when I asked you if I would be justified in softening your rejection of my cousin by assuring him that your affections were already engaged you emphatically negatived that statement, saying it would be untrue." "Yes, and I thought so then; but did not know my own heart." Her shadowy eyes looked appealingly into his, but he smiled contemptuously. "You did not know your affections had travelled to India, until the gentleman formally asked for them? Do you expect me to believe that?" "Believe anything except that I wilfully deceived you." The anguish, the hopelessness written in her blanched face, and the trembling of the childishly small hands that had unconsciously tightened around his touched him. He put his right hand under her chin and lifted the face. "Lily, I want the truth. I intend to have it; and all of it. Now look me in the eye and answer me solemnly, remembering that the God you reverence hears your words. Do you really love Mr. Lindsay?" "Yes; he is so good, how can I help feeling attached to him?" "You love him next to your mother?" "I think I do." The words cost her a great effort, and her eyes wandered from his. "Look straight at me. You love him so well you wish to be his wife?" "I want to make him happy if I can." "No evasions, if you please. Answer yes, or no. Is Mr. Lindsay dearer to you than all else in the world?" "Next to mother's his happiness is dearest to me." "Yes--or no--this time; is there no one you love better?" Earth and sky, trees and rocks, seemed whirling into chaos, and she shut her eyes. "You have no right to question me farther. I will answer no more." Was the world really coming to an end? She heard her guardian laugh, and the next moment he had caught her to his heart. What did it mean? Was she too growing delirious with brain fever? His arm held her pressed close to his bosom, and his cheek leaned on her head, while strangely sweet and low were his words: "Ah, Lily! Lily! Hush. Be still." She wished that she could die then and there, for the thought of Mr. Lindsay sickened her soul. But the memory of the ring appalled her, and she struggled to free herself. "Let me go! Do let us go home. I am sick." His arm drew her closer still.