The things we do!

"
"Affection! Can you doubt it? Gracious heavens, I adore you! Isn't my
being here a proof that I do?" cries the young lady's lover.
"But I?" answered the girl. "I have asked my own heart that question
before now. I have thought to myself,--If he comes after all,--if his
affection for me survives this disgrace of our family, as it has, and
every one of us should be thankful to you--ought I not to show at least
gratitude for so much kindness and honour, and devote myself to one who
makes such sacrifices for me? But, before all things I owe you the truth,
Lord Farintosh. I never could make you happy; I know I could not: nor
obey you as you are accustomed to be obeyed; nor give you such a devotion
as you have a right to expect from your wife. I thought I might once. I
can't now! I know that I took you because you were rich, and had a great
name; not because you were honest, and attached to me as you show
yourself to be. I ask your pardon for the deceit I practised on you.


Pages:
1451 1452 1453 1454 1455 1456 1457 1458 1459 1460 1461 1462 1463 1464 1465 1466 1467 1468 1469 1470 1471 1472 1473 1474 1475