“Remember, I am not so indiscreet as to ask how far this story comes home to yourself. That you admired Lady Fitzhenry was certainly very evident to my observation; but how far that admiration may lead you in forming wishes for the future, I can’t pretend to say. Indeed, I almost fear the account I have now been giving, may destroy, or at least throw the gloom of doubt over some flattering vision of connubial bliss. For, (I may be mistaken,) but if I can judge of woman’s countenance, and by it of woman’s constancy, I should say, the first could never beam with joy again, and that her every affection is for ever buried in the grave of her husband.
“Time will prove whether I am right; for your sake, I hope I am not.”
THE END.
ERRATA TO VOL. II.
(See [Transcriber’s Notes].)
Page [5], for her heart sunk, read sank.
Page [5], for then when fearful of betraying herself she at others, &c. read at others, fearful of betraying herself, she suddenly, &c.
Page [51], after beneath the scrutiny, omit of her rival.
Page [66], after drive up, omit their vehicles.
Page [86], after out of the carriage, read she desired, &c.