You must give me a portion of your sanguine and trusting hopes, my dearest Arthur," she continued, fondly laying her hand in his.
Mr.Hamilton returned a playful answer, and endeavoured to turn the thoughts of his wife to other and more pleasurable subjects.

Anxiety such as hers could not be entirely dispelled, but it was lessened, for she had imparted it to her husband, and his watchful care would combine with her own to guard their child.
Very different were Caroline's feelings on this important night.

Mrs.
Hamilton's fears and Annie's hopes were both well founded.

We have known the character of Caroline from a child; and though the last three or four years it had so improved, that at Oakwood, Mrs.Hamilton had ventured to banish fear, and indulge in every pleasing hope, yet there was a degree of pride still remaining, that revolted very frequently from the counsels even of her mother; that high and independent spirit sometimes in secret longed to throw off the very slight restraint in which she felt held at home.

She could not bear to feel that she was in any way controlled; she longed for the exercise of power, and by the display of that beauty, those qualities, she knew she possessed, force herself to be acknowledged as a girl of far more consequence than she appeared to be when in the quiet halls of Oakwood.