"When shall I forget it; or how is it possible that such a night should ever be forgotten?"
"No; I shall never forget it. Oh dear, what wonderful things have happened since that! Do you ever think of Jeffrey?"
"Yes;—of course I think of him. I did like him so much. I hope I shall see him some day."
"And he liked you too, young woman; and, what was more, young woman, I thought at one time that, perhaps, you were going to like him in earnest."
"Not in that way, certainly."
"You've done much better, of course; especially as poor Jeffrey's chance of promotion doesn't look so good now. If I have a boy, I wonder whether he'll hate me?"
"Why should he hate you?"
"I can't help it, you know, if he does. Only think what it is to Plantagenet. Have you seen the difference it makes in him already?"
"Of course it makes a difference;—the greatest difference in the world."
"And think what it will be to me, Alice. I used to lie in bed and wish myself dead, and make up my mind to drown myself,—if I could only dare. I shan't think any more of that poor fellow now." Then she told Alice what had been done for Burgo; how his uncle had paid his bills once again, and had agreed to give him a small income. "Poor fellow!" said Lady Glencora, "it won't do more than buy him gloves, you know."