Think of this, Edward! What are wealth, honour, eminence, in comparison with the destiny of a single human soul?
If you should achieve the brilliant results that now dazzle your eyes, and in pursuit of which you are venturing so much, would there be any thing in all you gained to compensate for the destruction of our daughter's happiness ?" "But why connect things that have no relation, Agnes?
What has the enterprise I am now prosecuting to do with this matter of our daughter ?" "Much, every way.

Does it not so absorb your mind that you cannot think clearly on any other subject?
And does not your business connection with Mr.Lyon bias your feelings unduly in his favour ?" Mr.Markland shook his head.
"But think more earnestly, Edward.

Review what this man has done.
Was it honourable for him so to abuse our hospitality as to draw our child into a secret correspondence?
Surely something must warp your mind in his favour, or you would feel a quick indignation against him.

He cannot be a true man, and this conviction every thing in regard to him confirms.

Believe me, Edward, it was a dark day in the calendar of our lives when the home circle at Woodbine Lodge opened to receive him." "I trust to see the day," answered Mr.Markland, "when you will look back to this hour and smile at the vague fears that haunted your imagination." "Fears?
They have already embodied themselves in realities," was the emphatic answer.