This disgraceful letter looks like Ferdinand's writing, and she tells him so; and, Evan! will you believe that instead of being certain it's impossible any gentleman could do such a thing, she tells Ferdinand she shall feel more comfortable if she doesn't see him for some time?
Poor Ferdinand! He has had so much to bear!' Too sure of his darling to be envious now of any man she pitied, Evan said, 'I would forfeit my hand on his innocence!' 'And so would I,' echoed Rose.

'Come to him with me, dear.

Or no,' she added, with a little womanly discretion, 'perhaps it would not be so well--you're not very much cast down by what happened at dinner ?' 'My darling! I think of you.' 'Of me, dear?
Concealment is never of any service.

What there is to be known people may as well know at once.

They'll gossip for a month, and then forget it.