I was firm with myself and did not show my fellings. I borrowed a horse and rode with myself and rope to Centerbury to ask Agnes myself. When I saw that beautiful, gentle face again, I knew I had come home. I knew how dear she was to me, and would always be.
'Agnes,' I said, 'I am so grateful to you, for making me what I am, for helping me to be good ! But I think you have a secret. Let me share it, Agnes, as your brother ! Tell me whom you love!'
Agnes turned away from me and burst into tears. Somehow these tears did not sadden me, but gave me hope. 'My dear Agnes! Don't cry!'
'David, leave me! I can't talk about it now!' She sobbed.
'Agnes, you're dearer to me than anything in the world. Don't think I'll be jealous of any man you choose to marry. I only want you to be happy!'