It is a tangle--a net that drags him down to it but whatever he is outwardly, he is the noblest human being in the world to me, and but for him, oh, what should I be?
Let me beg you to forgive it, if you can.

My darling has no friends.

Is his temper as sweet as ever?
I can answer that.

Yes, only he is silent, and looks--when you look into his eyes--colder, as men look when they will not bear much from other men.
'He has not mentioned her name.

I am sure she has not written.
'Pity him, and pray for him.' Juliana then makes a communication, which draws forth the following:-- 'Mistress of all the Beckley property-dearest, dearest Juliana! Oh! how sincerely I congratulate you! The black on the letter alarmed me so, I could hardly open it, my fingers trembled so; for I esteem you all at Beckley; but when I had opened and read it, I was recompensed.