The day when she should see clearly into her own heart; the day that she should be sure that she loved--ah! she would speak that day, and how happy she should be to tell all to Susie! Mrs.Scott had ended by attributing to herself this melancholy of Jean, which, day by day, took a more marked character.

She was flattered by it--a woman is never displeased at thinking herself beloved--and vexed at the same time.

She held Jean in great esteem, in great affection; but she was greatly distressed at the thought that if he were sad and unhappy, it was because of her.
Susie was, besides, conscious of her own innocence.

With others she had sometimes been coquettish, very coquettish.

To torment them a little, was that such a great crime?
They had nothing to do, they were good-for-nothing, it occupied them while it amused her.