But I am sorry, very sorry, it must be so.' 'Oh, spare me your sorrow!' 'My sorrow is for Lord Colambre,' said Miss Nugent.

'Where will he find such a wife ?--Not in Miss Berryl, I am sure--pretty as she is; a mere fine lady! Is it possible that Lord Colambre! Lord Colambre! should prefer such a girl--Lord Colambre!' Miss Broadhurst looked at her friend as she spoke, and saw truth in her eyes; saw that she had no suspicion that she was herself the person beloved.
'Tell me, Grace, are you sorry that Lord Colambre is going away ?' 'No, I am glad.

I was sorry when I first heard it; but now I am glad, very glad; it may save him from a marriage unworthy of him, restore him to himself, and reserve him for--the only woman I ever saw who is suited to him, who is equal to him, who would value and love him, as he deserves to be valued and loved.' 'Stop, my dear; if you mean me, I am not, and I never can be, that woman.

Therefore, as you are my friend, and wish my happiness, as I sincerely believe you do, never, I conjure you, present such an idea before my mind again--it is out of my mind, I hope, for ever.

It is important to me that you should know and believe this.