Jane was more pleased with him each day, and silently wished Henry possessed more refinement, and the polished manners of George.

She felt dissatisfied with her relation to him.

His calls while George was there, brought their opposing qualities vividly before her, and she found it disagreeable to force herself into those attentions belonging to him.

She received him apparently only as a neighbor.
George returned home, and Jane endeavored to stifle the risings of dissatisfaction, and had nearly succeeded, when a letter came which needed but one glance to assure her of its birthplace; and she retired for its perusal.

Well was it for her that her mother's suspicion was not aroused, or her curiosity startled to inquire who it came from.