"The secret of your unhappiness."
"Do you not know it already?"
"I surmise the cause."
"And you think—"
"I fear it is because you love Charles Hadley."
"Why do you fear that is the cause?"
"Because he is unworthy of your love."
"Oh, do not say so! Is poverty a mark of unworthiness?"
"No, it is not; if he was only poor I would give my consent to your union to-day; but I am sorry to say he is wicked as well as poor."
"What mean you? You surely can allege nothing against one so noble, and possessed of such pure principles, as Charles Hadley?"