No, Gertrude, I have not; I feel as if I could not undergo the torture I once experienced in saying those words which I hoped would seal my happiness." "Nay, then, I must say them for you," said Lady Gertrude, smiling.

"I have watched Caroline narrowly, and I feel so confident she loves you, that I would, without the slightest doubt or fear, consign your happiness, precious as it is to me, to her disposal." "Forbear, Gertrude, for pity!" exclaimed Lord St.Eval, starting up and pacing the room.

"You saw not what I saw last night, nor heard the cold, malicious words warning me against her; that even when she had accepted, she was false; or, if she were not false, that she still loved another.
I saw it in her varying cheek, her confused manner; I heard it in her hurried accents, and this morning has confirmed all--all.

Gertrude, I ever told you, my lot was not happiness; that as the fate of some men is all bright, so that of others is all gloom, and such is mine." "Eugene, how often must I entreat you not to speak thus.

Man's happiness or misery, in a great measure, depends upon himself.