As a gentleman," I said, "I could not be more explicit in reporting private conversation." She started up with the animation of a Camilla about to advance into battle.

"This shall not serve your turn, sir,--I must have another answer from you." Her features kindled--her brow became flushed--her eye glanced wild-fire as she proceeded--"I demand such an explanation, as a woman basely slandered has a right to demand from every man who calls himself a gentleman--as a creature, motherless, friendless, alone in the world, left to her own guidance and protection, has a right to require from every being having a happier lot, in the name of that God who sent _them_ into the world to enjoy, and _her_ to suffer.

You shall not deny me--or," she added, looking solemnly upwards, "you will rue your denial, if there is justice for wrong either on earth or in heaven." I was utterly astonished at her vehemence, but felt, thus conjured, that it became my duty to lay aside scrupulous delicacy, and gave her briefly, but distinctly, the heads of the information which Rashleigh had conveyed to me.
She sate down and resumed her composure, as soon as I entered upon the subject, and when I stopped to seek for the most delicate turn of expression, she repeatedly interrupted me with "Go on--pray, go on; the first word which occurs to you is the plainest, and must be the best.

Do not think of my feelings, but speak as you would to an unconcerned third party." Thus urged and encouraged, I stammered through all the account which Rashleigh had given of her early contract to marry an Osbaldistone, and of the uncertainty and difficulty of her choice; and there I would willingly have paused.

But her penetration discovered that there was still something behind, and even guessed to what it related.
"Well, it was ill-natured of Rashleigh to tell this tale on me.