These little accidents will happen in the best regulated hearts, and believe me, you will get over it in a month or two." "Accident!" she said.

"It is no accident; it is Fate!--I see it all now--and I shall never get over it.

However, that is my own affair, and I have no right to trouble you with my misfortunes." "Oh! but you will indeed, and though you may think the advice hard, I will tell you the best way." She looked up in inquiry.
"Change your mind and marry Stephen Layard.

He is not at all a bad fellow, and--there are obvious advantages." This was the Colonel's first really false move, as he himself felt before the last word had left his lips.
"Colonel Monk," she said, "because I am unfortunate is it any reason that you should insult me ?" "Miss Fregelius, to my knowledge I have never insulted any woman; and certainly I should not wish to begin with one who has just honoured me with her confidence." "Is it not an insult," she answered with a sort of sob, "when a woman to her shame and sorrow has confessed--what I have--to bid her console herself by marriage with another man ?" "Now that you put it thus, I confess that perhaps some minds might so interpret an intention which did not exist.

It seemed to me that, after a while, in marriage you would most easily forget a trouble which my son so unworthily has brought on you." "Don't blame him for he does not deserve it.