You honour me too much in ascribing to me a degree of intimacy with Miss Fanshawe I have not the felicity to enjoy.

I have never been the depositary of her plans and secrets.

You will find her particular friends in another sphere than mine: amongst the Cholmondeleys, for instance." He actually thought I was stung with a kind of jealous pain similar to his own! "Excuse her," he said; "judge her indulgently; the glitter of fashion misleads her, but she will soon find out that these people are hollow, and will return to you with augmented attachment and confirmed trust.

I know something of the Cholmondeleys: superficial, showy, selfish people; depend on it, at heart Ginevra values you beyond a score of such." "You are very kind," I said briefly.
A disclaimer of the sentiments attributed to me burned on my lips, but I extinguished the flame.

I submitted to be looked upon as the humiliated, cast-off, and now pining confidante of the distinguished Miss Fanshawe: but, reader, it was a hard submission.
"Yet, you see," continued Graham, "while I comfort _you_, I cannot take the same consolation to myself; I cannot hope she will do me justice.
De Hamal is most worthless, yet I fear he pleases her: wretched delusion!" My patience really gave way, and without notice: all at once.