That she had sunk in his estimation she might have seen, but other feelings prevented her discovering how deeply.

Had she veiled her manner more, had she rejected him with kindness, St.Eval might still have loved, and imagined that friendship and esteem had actuated her conduct towards him.

Yet those haughty features expelled this thought as soon as it arose.

It was on the night of a gay assembly St.Eval had found an opportunity to speak with Caroline, and when both rejoined the gay crowd no emotion was discernible in the countenance of either.

St.Eval was the same to all as usual.