It was quite a different sort of thing, a sentiment distinct and independent.

Mrs.Weston was the object of a regard which had its basis in gratitude and esteem.

Harriet would be loved as one to whom she could be useful.

For Mrs.Weston there was nothing to be done; for Harriet every thing.
Her first attempts at usefulness were in an endeavour to find out who were the parents, but Harriet could not tell.

She was ready to tell every thing in her power, but on this subject questions were vain.