It appears that you, too, have marked what might be termed the encouragement she gave me.

My self-love is soothed, for I might otherwise have deemed my hopes were built on the unstable foundation of folly and presumption." "And condemnation of my child is the fruit of your self-acquittal, St.
Eval, is it not?
You despise her now as much as you have loved her," and Mr.Hamilton paced the room with agitation.
"Would almost that I could!" exclaimed St.Eval; the young Earl then added, despondingly, "no, I deny not that your child has sunk in my estimation; I believed her exalted far above the majority of her sex; that she, apparently all softness and truth, was incapable of playing with the most sacred feelings of a fellow-creature.

I looked on her as faultless; and though the veil has fallen from my eyes, it tells me that if in Caroline Hamilton I am deceived, it is useless to look for perfection upon earth.

Yet I cannot tear her image from my heart.

She has planted misery there which I cannot at present overcome; but if that triumph yields her pleasure, and tends to her happiness, be it so; my farther attention shall no longer annoy her." Much disturbed, Mr.Hamilton continued to pace the room, then hastily approaching the young Earl, he said, hurriedly-- "Forget her, St.Eval, forget her; rest not till you have regained your peace.