She must no longer be kept in ignorance about me or my position.

I shall tell her the whole truth--save one thing.

She need never know that." I guessed by his broken voice what the "one thing" was;--which he counted as nothing; but which, I think, any true woman would have counted worth everything--the priceless gift of a good man's love.
Love, that in such a nature as his, if once conceived, would last a lifetime.

And she was not to know it! I felt sorry--ay, even sorry for Ursula March.
"Do you not think I am right, Phineas ?" "Perhaps.

I cannot say.