I hate myself.

I gave myself up to the delight of the hour, and in selfish happiness drowned the reproaches of my conscience, till I told myself at last that it was too late to undo what I had done.

Time flew, and I became engaged to Arthur, secretly at first, for he dreaded his father's displeasure.

We went from place to place, staying a few months here and a few months there.

We spent a year at Rome, and Arthur was with us nearly all the time.