If she were one of that capricious class who get offended with you, once a month, for no just cause whatever, I should not care a fig.

But Mrs.Markle is a woman of character, good sense and good feeling, whose friendship I have always prized." "Was it Mrs.Markle ?" said the husband, with some surprise.
"Yes." "What can possibly be the cause ?" "I cannot tell." "Have you thought over every thing ?" "Yes, I have turned and turned the matter in my mind, but can imagine no reason why she, of all others, could treat me coolly." "Have you never spoken of her in a way to have your words misinterpreted by some evil-minded person--Mrs.Grimes, for instance--whose memory, or moral sense, one or the other, is very dull ?" "I have never spoken of her to any one, except in terms of praise.

I could not do otherwise, for I look upon her as one of the most faultless women I know." "She has at least shown that she possesses one fault." "What is that ?" "If she has heard any thing against you of a character so serious as to make her wish to give up your acquaintance, she should at least have afforded you the chance of defending yourself before condemning you." "I think that, myself." "It may be that she did not see you," Mr.Comegys suggested.
"She looked me in the face, and nodded with cold formality." "Perhaps her mind was abstracted." "It might have been so.

Mine would have been very abstracted, indeed, to keep me from a more cordial recognition of a friend." "How would it do to call and see her ?" "I have been thinking of that.

But my feelings naturally oppose it.
I am not conscious of having done any thing to merit a withdrawal of the friendly sentiments she has held towards me; still, if she wishes to withdraw them, my pride says, let her do so." "But pride, you know, is not always the best adviser." "No.