I let them imagine he cared for me.

Drummond would have told what he knew long before--only he knew there would not be much harm in a tradesman's son marrying me.

And I have played into your hands, and now you taunt me!' Rose remembered her fretful unkindness to Evan on the subject of his birth, when her feelings toward him were less warm.

Dwelling on that alone, she put her arms round Juliana's stiffening figure, and said: 'I dare say I am much more selfish than you.

Forgive me, dear.' Staring at her, Juliana replied, 'Now you are acting.' 'No,' said Rose, with a little effort to fondle her; 'I only feel that I love you better for loving him.' Generous as her words sounded, and were, Juliana intuitively struck to the root of them, which was comfortless.