"Yes;--love him: as a woman should love her husband. Is not your heart his? Alice, there need be no lies now. If it be so, it should be your glory to say so, here, to me, as you hold that letter in your hand."
"I can have no such glory, Kate. I have ever loved my cousin; but not so passionately as you seem to think."
"Then there can be no passion in you."
"Perhaps not, Kate. I would sometimes hope that it is so. But come; we shall be late; and you will be cold sitting there."

"Yes. Is not your heart his?."
"I have always loved my cousin. Kate; but not so passionately as you seem to think."
"Then there can be no passion in you."
"Perhaps not, Kate. I sometimes hope that it is so. But come; we shall be late; and you will get cold sitting there."
