If you were no longer existing, I could be nothing to your sister.

Nay, even were she not married, you must know enough of her pride to be assured that I can retain no place in her affections.

What has chanced was not our crime.

Perhaps Heaven designed to save not only us, but herself, from the certain misery of nuptials so inauspicious!" "If she would but answer one of my letters!" sighed Susan; "or if I could but know that she were happy and contented!" "Your letters must have miscarried,--you are not sure even of her address.

Rely upon it, she is happy.