The moment he entered her presence he observed a change.

She did not smile; and there was something chilling in the steady glance of her large dark eyes.
"Have I offended you ?" he asked, as she declined taking his offered hand.
"Yes," was the firm reply, while the young lady assumed a dignified air.
"In what ?" asked Florence.
"In proving false to her in whose ears you first breathed words of affection." The young man started as if stung by a serpent.
"The man," resumed Miss Linmore, "who has been false to Edith Walter, never can be true to me.

I wouldn't have the affection that could turn from one like her.

I hold it to be light as the thistle-down.

Go! heal the heart you have almost broken, if, perchance, it be not yet too late.