The poor girl is madly in love.

She called me a "rattle!" As a gentleman, I cannot recede.' Evan got up and burst into damnable laughter at this burlesque of himself.

Telling the fellow the service he required, and receiving a groaning assurance that the letter should, without loss of time, be delivered in proper style, the egoist, as Jack heartily thought him, fell behind his; knitted brows, and, after musing abstractedly, went forth to light upon his fate.
But a dread of meeting had seized both Rose and Evan.

She had exhausted her first sincerity of unbelief in her interview with Juliana: and he had begun to consider what he could say to her.

More than the three words 'I did it,' would not be possible; and if she made him repeat them, facing her truthful eyes, would he be man enough to strike her bared heart twice?
And, ah! the sullen brute he must seem, standing before her dumb, hearing her sigh, seeing her wretched effort not to show how unwillingly her kind spirit despised him.