"But I am sometimes afraid," she said, "that the decision may not rest with me." "What do you mean ?" "I would rather not tell you." "That is a strange answer, Iris." "I value your good opinion, Hugh, and I am afraid of losing it." "Nothing has ever altered my opinion of you," he replied, "and nothing ever will." She looked at him anxiously, with the closest attention.

Little by little, the expression of doubt in her face disappeared; she knew how he loved her--she resolved to trust him.
"My friend," she began abruptly, "education has done nothing for me.
Since I left Ireland, I have sunk (I don't know how or why) into a state of superstitious fear.

Yes! I believe in a fatality which is leading me back to Lord Harry, in spite of myself.

Twice already, since I left home, I have met with him; and each time I have been the means of saving him--once at the milestone, and once at the ruin in the wood.
If my father still accuses me of being in love with an adventurer, you can say with perfect truth that I am afraid of him.

I _am_ afraid of the third meeting.