If the Carburys were unfortunate their misfortunes should come from no fault of hers.

Henrietta passed the whole day alone.

She did not see her cousin from breakfast till he appeared in the drawing-room before dinner.

But she was thinking of him during every minute of the day,--how good he was, how honest, how thoroughly entitled to demand at any rate kindness at her hand! Her mother had spoken of him as of one who might be regarded as all but dead and buried, simply because of his love for her.

Could it be true that his constancy was such that he would never marry unless she would take his hand?
She came to think of him with more tenderness than she had ever felt before, but, yet, she would not tell herself she loved him.