Did you cry and grieve over me , dear little tender thing ? and do you think now that I am a heartless fellow , bent only on amusing myself at the expense of others ? It 's not so ; and you shall see how true and good and steady I can be when I have any one to love and care for me . I 've been alone so long it 's new and beautiful to be petted , confided in , and looked up to by an angel like you . '' He was in earnest now ; she felt it , and her anger melted away like dew before the sun . `` Poor boy ! You will go home with us now , and let us take care of you in quiet England . You 'll play no more pranks , but go soberly to work and do something that shall make me proud to be your cousin , wo n't you ? '' `` If you 'll change ` cousin ' to ` wife ' I 'll be and do whatever you please . Amy , when I was a poor , dying , Catholic foreigner you loved me and would have married me in spite of everything . Now that I 'm your well , rich , Protestant cousin , who adores you as that Pole never could , you turn cold and cruel . Is it because the romance is gone , or because your love was only a girl 's fancy , after all ? '' `` You deceived me and I ca n't forget it ; but I 'll try , '' was the soft answer to his reproaches . `` Are you disappointed that I 'm not a baron ? '' `` A little bit . '' `` Shall I be a count ? They gave me a title in Poland , a barren honor , but all they had to offer , poor souls , in return for a little blood . Will you be Countess Zytomar and get laughed at for your pains , or plain Mrs. Power , with a good old English name ? '' `` Neither , thank you ; it 's only a girlish fancy , which will soon be forgotten . Does the baron love Helen ? ''
asked XXXXX , abruptly .
Amy Catholic England English Helen Poland Pole Power Protestant Zytomar