ild, so white, so despairing, I went up to her.

"Coralie," I said, "forget all this nonsense and be your own bright self
again."

"My own bright self will never live again; a man's scorn has killed me."

Suddenly, before I knew what she was doing, she had flung herself in a
fearful passion of tears in my arms. She was sobbing with her face close
to mine and her hot hands clinging to me.

"With it all, Edgar, she does not love you; she loved Miles; she loves
Crown Anstey, and not you. Forget her, dear; give her up. I love you.
She is cold and formal and prudish; she is not capable of loving you as
I do. She loves your fortune, not you, and I--oh, I would die if you bid
me! Give her up, Edgar, and love me!"

When the passionate outburst of tears had had full vent, I unclasped her
arms and placed her in a chair.

"Let us talk reasonably, Coralie. You ask me what is impossible. I shall
never, with life, give up my engagement to Miss Thesiger."

A strange, bitter smile parted her white lips. I knew afterward what
that meant.

"It is better to speak plainly," I continued, "in a case like
this--better for both. Listen to me, and believe, Coralie, that even had
I never seen Miss Thesiger, I--forgive me, but it is the truth--I should
never have loved you with more than a cousin's love; my friendship, my
esteem, my care, are all yours; more I can never give you."

Pray God I may never see another woman as I saw her then. She rose; with
her white face and glittering eyes. Then came to mind that line:

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

"You throw the love I have offered you back in my face, Sir Edgar?"

"No, dear; I lay it kindly and gratefully in your hands, to make the joy
and happiness of some good man's life."

"You distinctly tell me that you never did--never could love me?"

"I love you as my cousin, Coralie--not in any other way."

"You would never, never, under any circumstances, make me your wife?"

"Why do you pain me so, Coralie?"

"I want a plain answer--you would never marry me? Say 'yes' or 'no.'"

"No--since you force me into ungracious speech."

"Thank you," she said, bitterly; "I am answered--there can be no
mistake. Sir Edgar, you speak your mind with honorable frankness. I have
given you every chance to correct yourself, should you be mistaken. I
am, perhaps, more richly endowed than you think for. Would my dowry make
any difference?"

"No," I replied, sternly; "and, Coralie,