All trace of emotion, except a certain pallor, was driven from her face.

She spoke with very marked courtesy, but in tones that seemed to freeze as they dropped one by one from her mouth.
"I trust, madam, you will do me the justice to believe I did not know Mr.Vane was married ?" "I am sure of it!" said Mabel, warmly.

"I feel you are as good as you are gifted." "Mrs.Vane, I am not!" said the other, almost sternly.

"You are deceived!" "Then Heaven have mercy on me! No! I am not deceived, you pitied me.

You speak coldly now; but I know your face and your heart--you pity me!" "I do respect, admire, and pity you," said Mrs.Woffington, sadly; "and I could consent nevermore to communicate with your--with Mr.Vane." "Ah!" cried Mabel; "Heaven will bless you! But will you give me back his heart ?" "How can I do that ?" said Mrs.Woffington, uneasily; she had not bargained for this.
"The magnet can repel as well as attract.