Quite unaware that he played the feminine part, Wilfrid alluded to her flight from Richford, with the instinct to sting his heart by a revival of his jealous sensations previously experienced, and so taste the luxury of present satisfaction.
“Why did you run away from me?” he said, semi-reproachfully.
“I promised.”
“Would you not break a promise to stay with me?”
“Now I would!”
“You promised Captain Gambier?”
“No: those poor people.”
“You are sorry that you went?”
No: she was happy.
“You have lost your harp by it,” said Wilfrid.