"Your mother."
"I should frighten her to death—she and father are both weak, and altering very much. Oh! Mattie, if they should die and leave me alone in the world!"
"Need you get nervous about that just now?"
"I'm nervous about everything—I'm unsettled—Mattie, I have acted very treacherously to him."
"To Mr. Sidney!—not to Mr. Sidney?"
"Yes," was the answer.
Mattie became excited. How had it occurred?—who had done it?—who had stolen her thoughts away from him?
"I have been trying very hard to love him—sometimes I think I do love him better than the—the other—just for a while, when he is very happy sitting near me, and very full of the future, that can never, never come."
"Go on please," said the curious Mattie.
"Mattie, you remember Mr. Darcy?" she asked, spasmodically.