'You were made to be happy, Rose.

And consider, if it is true, people of very low birth, till they have lived long with other people, and if they have no religion, are so very likely to do things.

You do not judge them as you do real gentlemen, and one must not be too harsh--I only wish to prepare you for the worst.' A dim form of that very idea had passed through Rose, giving her small comfort.
'Let him tell you with his own lips that what he has told your mother is true, and then, and not till then, believe him,' Juliana concluded, and they kissed kindly, and separated.

Rose had suddenly lost her firm step, but no sooner was Juliana alone than she left the bed, and addressed her visage to the glass with brightening eyes, as one who saw the glimmer of young hope therein.
'She love him! Not if he told me so ten thousand times would I believe it! and before he has said a syllable she doubts him.

Asking me in that frantic way! as if I couldn't see that she wanted me to help her to her faith in him, as she calls it.