"Before I came I had been despising you for wanton cruelty; now I only pity you for misplaced affection.

When Edgar has gone out of the house in hope of seeing you, at seasonable hours and unseasonable; when I have found him riding miles and miles across the country at midnight, and risking his life, and getting covered with mud, to get a glimpse of you, I have called him a foolish man--the plaything of a finished coquette.

I thought that what was getting to be a tragedy to me was a comedy to you.

But now I see that tragedy lies on YOUR side of the situation no less than on MINE, and more; that if I have felt trouble at my position, you have felt anguish at yours; that if I have had disappointments, you have had despairs.
Heaven may fortify me--God help you!" "I cannot attempt to reply to your raving eloquence," returned the other, struggling to restore a dignity which had completely collapsed.
"My acts will be my proofs.

In the world which you have seen nothing of, friendships between men and women are not unknown, and it would have been better both for you and your father if you had each judged me more respectfully, and left me alone.