“Good Heaven!” cried Henry, “and this is my cousin William’s child!”
“But your cousin does not know it,” said she; “I never told him—he was not kind enough to embolden me; therefore do not blame him for my sin; he did not know of my wicked designs—he did not encourage me—”
“But he forsook you, Agnes.”
“He never said he would not. He always told me he could not marry me.”
“Did he tell you so at his first private meeting?”
“No.”
“Nor at the second?”
“No; nor yet at the third.”
“When was it he told you so?”
“I forget the exact time; but I remember it was on that very evening when I confessed to him—”