"Very well," I said shortly; "under the circumstances，quite as well as if I were either your real sister，or a man and a clergyman like yourself."

"It is known that you are not my sister; I cannot introduce you as such: to attempt it would be to fasten injurious suspicions on us both. And for the rest，though you have a man"s vigorous brain，you have a woman"s heart and- it would not do."

"It would do," I affirmed with some disdain，"perfectly well. I have a woman"s heart，but not where you are concerned; for you I have only a rade"s constancy; a fellow-soldier"s frankness，fidelity，fraternity，if you like; a neophyte"s respect and submission to his hierophant: nothing more- don"t fear."

"It is what I want," he said，speaking to himself; "it is just what I want. And there are obstacles in the way: they must be hewn down.

Jane，you would not repent marrying me- be certain of that; we must be married. I repeat it: there is no other way; and undoubtedly enough of love would follow upon marriage to render the union right even in your eyes."

"I scorn your idea of love," I could not help saying，as I rose up and stood before him，leaning my back against the rock. "I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer: yes，St. John，and I scorn you when you offer it."

He looked at me fixedly，pressing his well-cut lips while he did so. Whether he was incensed or surprised，or what，it was not easy to tell: he could mand his countenance thoroughly.

"I scarcely expected to hear that expression from you," he said: "I think I have done and uttered nothing to deserve scorn."

I was touched by his gentle tone，and overawed by his high，calm mien.

"Forgive me the words，St. John; but it is your own fault that I have been roused to speak so unguardedly. You have introduced a topic on which our natures are at variance- a topic we should never discuss: the very name of love is an apple of discord between us. If the reality were required，what should we do? How should we feel? My dear cousin，abandon your scheme of marriage- forget it."