"You told me nothing in your letter,--except that it was to be--off. Why is it to be--off? Do you not love me?" Then she threw herself upon her knees, and leaned upon his, and looked up in his face. "Paul," she said, "I have come again across the Atlantic on purpose to see you,--after so many months,--and will you not give me one kiss? Even though you should leave me for ever, give me one kiss." Of course he kissed her, not once, but with a long, warm embrace. How could it have been otherwise? With all his heart he wished that she would have remained away, but while she knelt there at his feet what could he do but embrace her? "Now tell me everything," she said, seating herself on a footstool at his feet.

"You told me nothing in your letter, except that it was - off. Why? Do you not love me?" Then she threw herself upon her knees, and leaned upon his, looking up in his face. "Paul," she said, "I have come again across the Atlantic to see you, after so many months - and will you not give me one kiss? Even though you should leave me for ever, give me one kiss."
Of course he kissed her, with a long, warm embrace. While she knelt there at his feet what could he do but embrace her?
"Now tell me everything," she said, seating herself on a footstool at his feet.
