She paused , but no one spoke ; and with a slight tremor in her proud voice , she added , `` Paul has done the work ; he shall have the reward . I only want my father 's name . Title and fortune are nothing to one like me . I coveted and claimed them that I might give them to you , Paul , my one friend , always , so tender and so true . '' `` I 'll have none of it , '' he answered , almost fiercely . `` I have kept my promise , and am free . You chose to claim your own , although I offered all I had to buy your silence . It is yours by right -- take it , and enjoy it if you can . I 'll have no reward for work like this . '' He turned from her with a look that would have stricken her to the heart could she have seen it . She felt it , and it seemed to augment some secret anguish , for she pressed her hands against her bosom with an expression of deep suffering , exclaiming passionately , `` Yes , I will keep it , since I am to lose all else . I am tired of pity . Power is sweet , and I will use it . Go , Paul , and be happy if you can , with a nameless wife , and the world 's compassion or contempt to sting your pride . '' `` Oh , Lillian , where shall we go ? This is no longer our home , but who will receive us now ? '' cried Lady Trevlyn , in a tone of despair , for her spirit was utterly broken by the thought of the shame and sorrow in store for this beloved and innocent child . `` I will . '' And Paul 's face shone with a love and loyalty they could not doubt . `` My lady , you gave me a home when I was homeless ; now let me pay my debt .
XXXXX , I have loved you from the time when , a romantic boy , I wore your little picture in my breast , and vowed to win you if I lived .
Lillian Paul Trevlyn anguish heart home one right tender world