He stopped, white and seemingly exhausted, his thin lips tightly compressed, his whole frame quivering. CHAPTER XXII. Stella, turned her eyes upon him, and something like pity took possession of her for a moment. It was a womanly feeling, and it softened her reply. "I--am very sorry," she said, in a low voice. "Sorry!" he repeated, hoarsely, quickly. "Do not say that!" "Yes--I am very sorry," she repeated. "I--I--did not know----" "Did not know that I loved you!" he retorted, almost sharply. "Were you blind? Every word, every look of mine would have told you, if you had cared to know----" Her face flushed, and she raised her eyes to his with a flash of indignation. "I did not know!" she breathed. "Forgive me!" he pleaded hoarsely. "I--I am very unfortunate. I offend and anger you! I told you that I should not be able to say what I had to say with credit to myself. Pray forgive me. I meant that though I tried to hide my love, it must have betrayed itself. How could it be otherwise? Stella, have you no other word for me?" "None," she said, looking away. "I am very sorry. I did not know. But it could not have been. Never." He stood regarding her, his breath coming in long gasps. "You mean you never can love me?" he asked. Stella raised her eyes. "Yes," she said. His hand closed over the knife until the back of the blade pressed deeply into the quivering palm. "Never is--is a long day," he said, hoarsely. "Do not say 'never.' I will be patient; see, I am patient, I am calm now, and will not offend you again! I will be patient and wait; I will wait for years, if you will but give me hope--if you will but try to love me a little!" Stella's face paled, and her lips quivered. "I cannot," she said, in a low voice. "You--you do not understand. One cannot teach oneself to love--cannot _try_. It is impossible. Besides--you do not know what you ask. You do not understand!" "Do I not?" he said, and a bitter sneer curled the thin lips. "I do understand. I know--I have a suspicion of the reason why you answer me like this." Stella's face burnt for a moment, then went pale, but her eyes met his steadily. "There is something behind your refusal; no girl would speak as you do unless there was something behind. There is someone else. Am I not right?" "You have no right to ask me!" said Stella, firmly. "My love gives me the right to ask. But I need not put the question, and there is no necessity for you to answer. If you have been blind, I have not. I have seen and noted, and I tell you, I tell you plainly, that what you hope for cannot be. I say cannot--shall not be!" he added, between his closed teeth. Stella's eyes flashed as she stood before him glorious in her loveliness. "Have you finished?" she asked. He was silent, regarding her watchfully. "If you have finished, Mr. Adelstone, I will leave you."