"Much the best."
"Only it is impossible. I wish I knew the inside of your heart, Cora, so that I could see what it is that you really wish."
In the old days he had always called her Cora, and now the name came from his lips upon her ears as a thing of custom, causing no surprise. They were standing back, behind the circle, almost in a corner, and Burgo knew well how to speak at such moments so that his words should be audible to none but her whom he addressed.
"You should not have come to me at all," she said.
"And why not? Who has a better right to come to you? Who has ever loved you as I have done? Cora, did you get my letter?"

"Much the best."
"Only it is impossible. I wish I knew the inside of your heart, Cora, so that I could see what it is that you really wish."
In the old days he had always called her Cora, and now the name came as no surprise. They were standing back, almost in a corner, and Burgo knew his words were audible to none but her whom he addressed.
"You should not have come to me at all," she said.
"And why not? Who has a better right to come to you? Who has ever loved you as I have done? Cora, did you get my letter?"
