Suddenly Della lifted her eyes, and turned them full upon the face before her. "General Delville?" "Della." "Pardon me, sir, for what I am about to say to you, and which I would have said long ago had I only had the opportunity; and--and-- "Go on, Miss Della," said the General, though he moved uneasily in his chair. "General Delville, I, of course, am not unaware of your intentions with regard to myself, or the object of your visits at papa's house. I would not pain you for the world, sir; I esteem you, I _love_ you so very much; but I want to tell you openly, as my heart dictates, that I have not for you the love that a wife should feel for her husband--only the love that a child should feel for a dear father; and if I married you, I could never feel for you anything more." The General sat before her, looking all the astonishment he felt, but said not a word. Della went on, with flushed cheek and fluttering heart, but with voice calm and steady. "Indeed, sir, I feel for you all the earnest esteem, all the warm, enduring affection, which a knowledge of your character cannot fail to inspire one with, especially one so very much younger than yourself as I. But as for that love which would make me truthfully perform the marriage vows, I do not experience it, and never can. I have never, since the first evening I met you, sir, intended in the least to encourage any particular attention on your part for myself. The encouragement, which I will admit has been by no means slight, you must acknowledge has been entirely on the part of my parents." "And that is where a gentleman looks for encouragement, Miss Delancey." "Most unfortunately, too true, sir; but in this instance I cannot conform to such a code of ethics, and give you a heart beating always indifferently for you. I set the case before you as it is. I tell you the _truth_, which I have longed to do long since, but _could_ not; and now, knowing this, can you wish to make me your bride? I am sure you cannot. Still, if you persist, here is my hand, given in obedience to my parents." The hand was taken, and held fondly against the stout heart beside her; and for a moment neither spoke--the old man looking thoughtfully upon the floor--the young girl gazing anxiously into his expressive face. "Deep as is my disappointment, Miss Della, I cannot but confess that you have acted nobly. You have even won my heart closer in the last half hour than ever before. You have done what I would never have expected you would do; and, though I am the sufferer, I honor--I admire you for it. True, I am an old man; I could never have _seemed_ other than a father to you, however much the husband I might have _felt_. I came to-day to lay my heart and fortune at your feet: a heart which, though old, would have been true to you, and loved you dearly. It is, of course, needless to tell you how great is my disappointment. I ask no sacrifice of you, however. May you always be happy! God bless you!"