"Maggie," said philip, getting more and more alarmed in every fresh moment of silence, "I was a fool to say it; forget that I've said it. I shall be contented if things can be as they were."
The distress with which he spoke urged Maggie to say something. "I am so surprised, philip; I had not thought of it." And the effort to say this brought the tears down too.
"Has it made you hate me, Maggie?" said philip,impetuously. "Do you think I'm a presumptuous fool?""Oh, philip!" said Maggie, "how can you think I have such feelings? As if I were not grateful for any love. But–but I had never thought of your being my lover. It seemed so far off–like a dream–only like one of the stories one imagines–that I should ever have a lover."