I should not make a marriage unless I had come to the conclusion that I could help my husband, or he me.

Do me the favour to read this letter." Emilia took it and opened it slowly.

It was a letter in the tone of the gallant paying homage with some fervour.

Emilia searched every sentence for the one word.

That being absent, she handed back the letter, her eyes lingering on the signature.
"Do you see what he says ?" asked Lady Charlotte; "that I can be a right hand to him, as I believe I can." "He writes like a friend." Emilia uttered this as when we have a contrast in the mind.
"You excuse him for writing to me in that style ?" "Yes; he may write to any woman like that." "He has latitude! You really fancy that's the sort of letter a friend would write ?" "That is how Mr.Powys would write to me," said Emilia.