Think of my troubles! I have to intrigue for Silva; I look to your future; I smile, Oh heaven! how do I not smile when things are spoken that pierce my heart! This morning at the breakfast!' Evan took her hand, and patted it.
'What is your pity ?' she sighed.
'If it had not been for you, my dear sister, I should never have held my tongue.' 'You are not a Harrington! You are a Dawley!' she exclaimed, indignantly.
Evan received the accusation of possessing more of his mother's spirit than his father's in silence.
'You would not have held your tongue,' she said, with fervid severity: 'and you would have betrayed yourself! and you would have said you were that! and you in that costume! Why, goodness gracious! could you bear to appear so ridiculous ?' The poor young man involuntarily surveyed his person.

The pains of an impostor seized him.

The deplorable image of the Don making confession became present to his mind.

It was a clever stroke of this female intriguer.

She saw him redden grievously, and blink his eyes; and not wishing to probe him so that he would feel intolerable disgust at his imprisonment in the Don, she continued: 'But you have the sense to see your duties, Evan.