S. It was the pride of birth, Sir, that would not permit him to think of a union.
H. Was he a young man of rank, then?
S. His connections were high.
H. And did he never attempt to persuade you to any other step?
S. No—he had too great a regard for me.
H. Tell me, my angel, how was it? Was he so very handsome? Or was it the fineness of his manners?
S. It was more his manner: but I can’t tell how it was. It was chiefly my own fault. I was foolish to suppose he could ever think seriously of me. But he used to make me read with him—and I used to be with him a good deal, though not much neither—and I found my affections entangled before I was aware of it.
H. And did your mother and family know of it?
S. No—I have never told any one but you; nor I should not have mentioned it now, but I thought it might give you some satisfaction.
H. Why did he go at last?