You have learned to love St.Eval; you have repented the wilful and capricious treatment he once received from you.

Deny it not, nay, do not shrink from me, and think, because I appear so calm, I cannot feel for those who are dear to me, and even sympathise in their love.

I do not, I will not condemn the past; I did once, I own, but since I have known you, I have forgiven the mistaken wilfulness of a misguided girl.

You love him--confess that I am right, dearest." Caroline's face was concealed within her hand, and almost agonized was its expression as she looked up.
"Gertrude," she said, in a low, suffocated voice, "is it well, is it kind in you thus to speak, to lead me to avow a love for one who, your own words inform me, will soon be the husband of another ?" "I said not of another, my dear girl; forgive me this stratagem to penetrate your well-preserved secret.

My brother's happiness is so dear to me, I could not trust it to one of whose affection I was not certain.
I am not aware I said he would soon be the husband of another; since, if he be again refused, that he never will be.