I am hoping it now.

And she is engaged to Horace Holmcroft--to my oldest friend, to my best friend! Am I an infernal rascal?
or am I a weak fool?
God knows--I don't.

Keep my secret, aunt.
I am heartily ashamed of myself; I used to think I was made of better stuff than this.

Don't say a word to Horace.

I must, and will, conquer it.