I trust, I trust in God, you may reform, and be the pride of your friends.

I trust that I yet may be proud of knowing you----' 'No one will ever be proud of me,' said Charley.
'We shall all be proud of you, if you will resolve to turn away from childish things now that you are no longer a child--your faults are faults which as yet may be so easily relinquished.
But, oh, Charley----' and then Mrs.Woodward paused and looked wistfully into his face.

She had now come to the point at which she had to make her prayer to him.

She had resolved to tell him the cause of her fears, and to trust to his honour to free her from them.

Now was the moment for her to speak out; but now that the moment was come, the words were wanting.
She looked wistfully into his face, but he did not even guess what was her meaning.