I wanted no confidante in my distress.
I deserved none, and I wanted none.

I had taken the burden upon myself; let me bear it alone.
As the usual hour of retirement approached I dried my eyes, and tried to clear my voice and calm my mind.

I must see Arthur to-night, and speak to him; but I would do it calmly: there should be no scene--nothing to complain or to boast of to his companions--nothing to laugh at with his lady-love.

When the company were retiring to their chambers I gently opened the door, and just as he passed, beckoned him in.
'What's to do with you, Helen ?' said he.

'Why couldn't you come to make tea for us?
and what the deuce are you here for, in the dark?
What ails you, young woman: you look like a ghost!' he continued, surveying me by the light of his candle.
'No matter,' I answered, 'to you; you have no longer any regard for me it appears; and I have no longer any for you.' 'Hal-lo! what the devil is this ?' he muttered.