Some country people walking over the bridge at that moment stared in amazement, and going on to town, reported that, "those actor-folks were carrying on dreadful on the bridge--hugging right before folks." But neither of the two participants was troubled over this sensation, Geraldine being unconscious, and Standish too much absorbed in her to heed aught else. In a minute or two she sighed and opened her eyes. "Oh!" she cried, as she met his eyes gazing deep into hers, and tried to struggle from his clasp. "Wait. You cannot stand alone yet," he said, tenderly, then murmured: "Oh, Geraldine, it breaks my heart to find that you loved him, that low fireman, so unworthy of you; while I--I--have worshiped you ever since the hour I first saw you behind the counter, so bright and beautiful. I have been trying to win you ever since, and hoped--vainly hoped, as I see now--that I was succeeding. Oh, how did he succeed--this man you saw but a few hours--in winning your love?" She struggled from his clasp, her strength returning, her face hot with blushes of fierce shame. "It--it--is not true that I love him--no, no, no!" she faltered, wildly. "But, my dearest girl, you fainted when you heard of his marriage." "Oh, no, it was not that. I was tired, ill--from traveling, you know," cried poor Geraldine, who would have died rather than admit the truth which her pale, pale cheeks and trembling lips told all too plainly by their mute despair. But her denial suited the actor's purpose, and he cried, gladly: "Oh, I am so happy to hear you say you did not care for him. I feared--feared--that your kindness to me, your sweet smiles and ready acceptance of my attentions were only cruel coquetry." "Oh, no, no," she murmured, helplessly, feeling herself drawn to him by every word he said. Had she given him cause, then, to believe she meant to accept him? He caught her hand, and continued, fondly, eagerly: "Oh, Geraldine, dare I hope you care for me after all? That you will let me love you, and you love me a little in return? Will you--be my wife?" He saw her shudder as with a mortal chill; then pride came to her aid. She let him keep the hand he had taken, and she answered, faintly: "Yes." And then a great horror of what she had promised rushed over her. How could she be his wife when she did not love him? Such a marriage would be sacrilege! Her head drooped heavily, and her eyes were half-closed as she listened despairingly to the words of grateful joy he poured out. Not one of them found an echo in her heart. Until now she had been grateful to him for his kindness, but a sudden aversion took root in her heart now, and she felt that she would rather die than be his wife. But, to save her life, she could not have opened her lips to take back her promise. She knew how angry he would be, how he would accuse her of trifling and coquetry. She could not bring down on herself the weight of his wrath.