"Be calm, Lina," said Moore soothingly. "I have no intention, because I have no right, to perturb your mind now, nor for months to come. Don't look as if you would leave me. We will make no more agitating allusions; we will resume our gossip. Do not tremble; look me in the face. See what a poor, pale, grim phantom I am--more pitiable than formidable."
She looked shyly. "There is something formidable still, pale as you are," she said, as her eye fell under his.
"To return to Shirley," pursued Moore: "is it your opinion that she is ever likely to marry?"
"She loves."

"Be calm, Lina," said Moore soothingly. "I have no right or intention to perturb your mind for months to come. Do not tremble; look me in the face. See what a poor, pale, grim phantom I am - more pitiable than formidable."
She looked shyly. "There is something formidable still, pale as you are," she said.
"To return to Shirley," pursued Moore: "is it your opinion that she is ever likely to marry?"
"She loves."
