Mr Morris leaves
That quite won me, Mina, for it was brave and sweet of him, and noble too, to a rival - wasn't it?- and he so sad, so I leant over and kissed him. He stood up with my two hands in his, and as he looked down into my face - I am afraid I was blushing very much, he said, 'Little girl, I hold your hand, and you've kissed me, and if these things don't make us friends nothing ever will. Thank you for your sweet honesty to me, and goodbye.'
He wrung my hand, and taking up his hat, went straight out of the room without looking back, without a tear or a quiver or a pause, and I am crying like a baby.