You are the best judge." "It is right," said he, firmly.

"There can be no possible hope for me; nothing remains but silence." I did not quite agree with him.

I could not see that to any young man, only twenty years old, with the world all before him, any love could be absolutely hopeless; especially to a young man like John Halifax.

But as things now stood I deemed it best to leave him altogether to himself, offering neither advice nor opinion.

What Providence willed, through HIS will, would happen: for me to interfere either way would be at once idle and perilous; nay, in some sense, exceedingly wrong.
So I kept my thoughts to myself, and preserved a total silence.
John broke it--talking to himself as if he had forgotten I was by.
"To think it was she who did it--that first kindness to a poor friendless boy.