He did not answer when Herbert ceased to speak, but his brother knew him well, and remained silent.
"You have conquered, Herbert," he exclaimed at length, firmly clasping his brother's hand in his and raising his head; anger still lingered on his cheek, but his eye was softer.

"I could not bear my mother's wretchedness; I could not thus repay her love, her cherished care.

I will not seek this base and heartless man.

I tremble for my present resolution, if he chance to cross my path; but, for her sake, I will avoid him; for her sake, his villainy shall be still concealed." "Endeavour to think of him more charitably, my dear Percy, or forget him entirely, which you will." "Think of him charitably; him--a fashionable, fawning, seducing hypocrite!" burst from Percy, in a tone of renewed passion.

"No! the gall he has created within me cannot yet be turned to sweetness; forget him--that at least is impossible, when Caroline's coldness and reserve remind me disagreeably of him every day.