How much she has changed!" "For the worse ?" "Yes.

She appears five years older than she did last summer, and has such a sad, disappointed look, that I could not help pitying her from my heart." "There are few who need your pity more, Constance.

I think she must be wretched almost beyond endurance.

So young, and the goblet which held the shine of her life broken, and all its precious contents spilled in the thirsty sand at her feet.

Every one seems to have receded from her." "The common sentiment is against her; and yet, I am of those who never believed her any thing worse than indiscreet." "Her indiscretion was in itself a heinous offence against good morals," said I; "and while she has my compassion, I have no wish to see a different course of treatment pursued towards her." "I haven't much faith in the soundness of this common sentiment against her," replied Constance.