'I fancied it when I begged her to join us.

It was in her voice.' The impressionable girl trembled.

He knew he was dear to her, and for that reason, judging of her by himself, he forbore to urge his advantage, conceiving it base to fear that loving him she could yield her hand to another; and it was the critical instant.

She was almost in his grasp.

A word of sharp entreaty would have swung her round to see her situation with his eyes, and detest and shrink from it.