“Since you are so kind, so very kind to me,” said Virginia, “I will tell you all my fears and doubts. But it is late—there! the clock struck one. I will not keep you up.”
“I am not at all sleepy,” said the indulgent Mrs. Ormond.
“Nor I,” said Virginia,
“Now, then,” said Mrs. Ormond, “for these doubts and fears.”
“I was afraid that, perhaps, Mr. Hervey would be angry if he knew that I thought of any thing in the world but him.”
“Of what else do you think?—Of nothing else from morning till night, that I can see.”
“Ah, then you do not see into my mind. In the daytime often think of those heroes, those charming heroes, that I read of in the books you have given me.”
“To be sure you do.”
“And is not that wrong? Would not Mr. Hervey be displeased if he knew it?”
“Why should he?”