I hope you have not been doing so--tell me, Henri, that you have
not." And then she added, blushing deeply up to her pale forehead, "You
have not proposed to Adolphe that I should be his wife?"
"No, Agatha, I have not proposed it to him; I should not have dreamt of
doing so, without knowing that it would not be disagreeable to you."
"There's my own dear brother! My own Henri!" said she, going over to
him, caressing him, and kissing his forehead.
"I will never make an offer of your hand to any one Agatha; you shall
choose for yourself; I will never cause you sorrow in that way: but I
will own, dearest, that I have wished you should marry Adolphe, and I
have also fancied that you loved him."
"No, Henri, no, I do not love him--I can never love him--that is, as my
husband. I do love him as your friend. I will continue to love him as
such, as long as he remains your friend."
"I fancied also," continued he; "nay, I did more than fancy--I am sure
he loves you--is it not so?"
"He has never told me so," said she, again blushing; "it is that he may
not tell me so, that I now say that I hope he is not returning.
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