It had been hardly possible for her to tell him as yet that the man to whom he was thus consenting to surrender her had not even condescended to answer the letter in which she had told him to come back to her. And now, sobbing as she was, overcome by the tenderness of her cousin's affection, anxious to express her intense gratitude, she did not know how first to mention the name of Paul Montague. "Have you seen him?" she said in a whisper.
"Seen whom?"
"Mr. Montague."
"No;--why should I have seen him? It is not for his sake that I am here."
"But you will be his friend?"

It had been hardly possible for her to tell him that the man to whom he was surrendering her had not even condescended to answer her letter. And now, overcome by the tenderness of her cousin's affection, she did not know how to mention Paul's name.
"Have you seen him?" she whispered.
"No; it is not for his sake that I am here."
"But you will be his friend?"
