If you were anybody else but yourself, I would leave you to your fate.

Yes, your fate," she passionately repeated.

"Oh, forgive me, sir! I'm behaving disrespectfully; I beg your pardon.

No, no; let me go on.
When I spoke to him in your best interests (as I did most truly believe) I never suspected what mischief I had done, till I looked in his face.
Then, I saw how he hated you, and how vilely he was thinking in secret of me--" Pure delusion! How could I allow it to go on?
I interrupted her.
"My dear, you have quite mistaken him.

As I have already said, he sincerely respects you--and he owns that he misjudged me when he and I first met." "What! Is _that_ in his letter too?
It's worse even than I feared.