It was enough torture to have to lose my lesson, without seeing him engrossed with some one else, whose fate was happier than mine.
Perhaps, after all, he was fascinated by Charlotte Benson.

She was bright, clever, and understood him so well.

She admired him so much.

She was, I was sure, half in love with him.

(The day before I had concluded she liked Richard very much.) That was a very disagreeable drive.