There was another cadet ambitious of the vacant situation.

He called my attention to what he led me to term coquetry between my wife and this young man.
Sophia was virtuous, but proud of her virtue; and, irritated by my jealousy, she was so imprudent as to press and encourage an intimacy which she saw I disapproved and regarded with suspicion.

Between Brown and me there existed a sort of internal dislike.

He made an effort or two to overcome my prejudice; but, prepossessed as I was, I placed them to a wrong motive.

Feeling himself repulsed, and with scorn, he desisted; and as he was without family and friends, he was naturally more watchful of the deportment of one who had both.
'It is odd with what torture I write this letter.