Nor was it shame alone.

Indignation mingled with it its deeper dye.
"If you suppose, Mr.Regulus," said I, in a wounded and excited tone, "that _I_ have any aspirations, that would conflict with Mrs.Linwood's ambitious views, you wrong me very much.

Oh! if I thought that he, that she, that you, or anybody in the world could believe such a thing"-- I could not utter another word.

I remembered Mrs.Linwood's countenance when she entered the library.

I remembered many things, which might corroborate my fears.
"You are as guileless as the unweaned lamb, Gabriella, and long, long may you remain so," he answered, with a gentleness that disarmed my anger.