"Yes: but you fancied love and you would reform them!"
"I did—and I think we may do so still: but you must not let me fancy you do not love me, Seymour; if you do, I shall pine and mope, and become the object of your aversion."
"Impossible! do you think I can ever dislike you, Helen?"
"Is thy servant a dog that he should do this thing?" said I, returning his embrace.
"I will hear no more of such horrible surmises: I have now outstaid my time."
Then mounting his horse, he was out of sight in a moment.
Soon after my mother appeared, and, to my surprise, unaccompanied by De Walden.
"Where is our friend?" was my first salutation.
"On the road to London."
"London! And why?"