"He seemed eager to make her his wife, but no doubt imposed secrecy as to his intentions.

She accepted his word as that of a true-hearted lover and a gentleman, and in the end had bitter reason to repent her confidence.
That is an outline of the story, is it not, Charlotte ?" "I am sure that it was so.

I am sure that when she left Newhall she went away to be married," cried Charlotte, eagerly; "I have seen a letter that proves it--to me, at least.

And yet I have heard even mamma speak harshly of her--so long dead and gone off the face of this earth--as if she had deliberately chosen the sad fate which came to her." "Is it not possible that Mr.Kingdon did marry Miss Meynell, after all ?" "No," replied Charlotte, very sadly; "there is no hope of that.

I have seen a letter written by my poor aunt years afterwards--a letter that tells much of the cruel truth; and I have heard that Mr.Kingdon came back to Yorkshire and married a rich lady during my aunt's lifetime." "I should like to see that letter," I said, involuntarily.
"Why, Valentine ?" asked my darling, looking at me with sorrowful, wondering eyes, "To me it seems so painful to talk of these things: it is like reopening an old wound." "But if the interests of other people require--" I began, in a very blundering manner.
"Whose interest can be served by my showing you my poor aunt's letter?
It would seem like an act of dishonour to the dead." What could I say after this--bound hand and foot as I am by my promise to Sheldon?
After a long talk with my sweet one, I borrowed uncle Joe's dog-cart, and spun across to Barngrave, where I found the little church, beneath whose gray old roof Charlotte Meynell plighted her troth to James Halliday.