"Yes; I saw a great deal of her for a whole year before her father's death. We met often in that thicket–the red Deeps–near Dorlcote Mill. I love her dearly;I shall never love any other woman. I have thought of her ever since she was a little girl."
"Go on, sir! And you have corresponded with her all this while?"
"No. I never told her I loved her till just before we parted, and she promised her brother not to see me again or to correspond with me. I am not sure that she loves me or would consent to marry me. But if she would consent,–if she did love me well enough,–I should marry her."