I have broken it off.

I've said I couldn't marry him." Their eyes met for an instant.

Bertha looked rather grave, but with her wonted kindliness of expression; Rosamund's brows were wrinkled in distress, and her lips trembled.
"I've seen it coming since last Christmas," she continued, in a hurried, tremulous undertone.

"You know he came down to Bath; that was our last meeting; and I felt that something was wrong.

Ah, so hard to know oneself! I wanted to talk to you about it; but then I said to myself--what can Bertha do but tell me to know my own mind?
And that's just what I couldn't come to,--to understand my own feelings.