Fanny was by this time crying so bitterly that, angry as he was, he would not press that article farther.

Her heart was almost broke by such a picture of what she appeared to him; by such accusations, so heavy, so multiplied, so rising in dreadful gradation! Self-willed, obstinate, selfish, and ungrateful.

He thought her all this.

She had deceived his expectations; she had lost his good opinion.

What was to become of her?
"I am very sorry," said she inarticulately, through her tears, "I am very sorry indeed." "Sorry! yes, I hope you are sorry; and you will probably have reason to be long sorry for this day's transactions." "If it were possible for me to do otherwise" said she, with another strong effort; "but I am so perfectly convinced that I could never make him happy, and that I should be miserable myself." Another burst of tears; but in spite of that burst, and in spite of that great black word _miserable_, which served to introduce it, Sir Thomas began to think a little relenting, a little change of inclination, might have something to do with it; and to augur favourably from the personal entreaty of the young man himself.