Conscious that there was some poison in her love, but clinging to it not less, she entered the house, and was soon in Merthyr's arms.
"Why have you come up ?" he asked.
"Were you thinking of coming to me quickly ?" she murmured in reply.
He did not say yes, but that he had business in London.

Nor did he say what.
Georgiana let him go.
"How miserable is such a weakness! Is this my love ?" she thought again.
Then she went to her bedroom, and knelt, and prayed her Saviour's pardon for loving a human thing too well.

But, if the rays of her mind were dimmed, her heart beat too forcibly for this complacent self-deceit.
"No; not too well! I cannot love him too well.

I am selfish.

When I say that, it is myself I am loving.