"Do you? Oh! I wish you did. I should so like to be loved by you. Nobody loves me, I think. That man there wants to marry me. Do you know him? He is Lord Nidderdale. He is very nice; but he does not love me any more than he loves you. That's the way with men. It isn't the way with me. I would go with Felix and slave for him if he were poor. Is it all to be over then? You will give him a message from me?" Hetta, doubting as to the propriety of the promise, promised that she would. "Just tell him I want to know; that's all. I want to know. You'll understand. I want to know the real truth. I suppose I do know it now. Then I shall not care what happens to me. It will be all the same. I suppose I shall marry that young man, though it will be very bad. I shall just be as if I hadn't any self of my own at all. But he ought to send me word after all that has passed. Do not you think he ought to send me word?"

"Do you? Oh! I wish you did. I should so like to be loved by you. Nobody loves me, I think. That man there, Lord Nidderdale, wants to marry me. He is very nice; but he does not love me. That's the way with men. It isn't the way with me. I would go with Felix and slave for him if he were poor. Is it all to be over then? Will you give him a message from me?"
Hetta, though doubting the propriety of this, promised that she would.
"Just tell him I want to know; that's all. I want to know the real truth. I suppose I do know it now. Then I shall not care what happens to me. I suppose I shall marry that young man, though it will be very bad. I shall just be as if I hadn't any self of my own. But he ought to send me word. Do not you think so?"
