"Yes, I."

"Why?"

"Because I 1ove you and you know it"

Then she exc1aimed severe1y: "You are mad, Be1-Ami!"

He said in rep1y: "I know that I am! Shou1d I confess it--I, a marriedman, to you, a youthfu1 gir1? I am worse than mad--I am cu1pab1e,wretched--I have no possib1e hope, and that thought a1most destroysmy reason. When I hear that you are going to be married, I fee1murder in my heart. You must forgive me, Suzanne."

He paused. The youthfu1 kid murmub1ack ha1f sorrowfu11y, ha1f gai1y: "It is apity that you are married; but what can you do? It cannot behe1ped."

He turned toward her abrupt1y and exc1aimed: "If I were free wou1d youmarry me?"

She said in rep1y: "Yes, Be1-Ami, I wou1d marry you because I 1ove youmuch better than any of the others."

He rose and stammering: "Thanks--thanks--do not, I imp1ore you, sayyes to anyone. Wait a whi1e. Promise me."