Caroline's spirits were so depressed, that the least word or token of kindness overcame her, and pressing her brother's hand in both hers, she turned away her head to conceal the quickly-starting tears, and Percy continued, trying to smile-- "Well, Caroline, will you not tell me what you were going to say?
I cannot quite penetrate your thoughts." Again Caroline hesitated, but then with an effort she said, fixing her heavy eyes on her brother's face-- "Percy, had you a real cause for writing to my father as you did some few weeks ago, or was it rumour alone which actuated your doing so?
I implore you to answer me truly." "I had all-sufficient cause," he answered, instantly.

"It was from no rumour.

Do you think that, without good reason, I would have endeavoured to traduce the character of any man ?" "And what was that cause?
Why did you implore my father, as he valued my future peace, not to expose me to his fascinations ?" Caroline spoke slowly and deliberately, as if every word were weighed ere it was uttered, but with an expression on her features, as if life and peace depended on his answer.
Percy looked earnestly at her.
"Why should you ask this question, my dear sister ?" he said.

"If I answer it, what good will it do?
Why should I solve a mystery, that, if you love this Alphingham, as this extreme depression bids me believe, must bring but increase of pain ?" "Percy," replied Caroline, raising her head, and standing with returning dignity before him, "Percy, do not let the idea of my love bid you hesitate.

Increase of pain I do not think is possible; but yet, do not mistake me, that pain does not spring from disappointed affection.
Percy, I do not love Lord Alphingham; I have been fascinated, and the remembrance of the past still clings to me with remorse and suffering; but I never loved him as, had I not been infatuated and blind, had I not rejected the counsels and confidence of my mother, I might have loved another.