Mrs.
Gallilee is wrong, Carmina, if she thinks I am your rival.

I am not your rival; I never can be your rival.

Believe nothing else, but, for God's sake, believe that! "'I have no more to say--at least no more that I can remember now.
Perhaps, you shrink from remaining in the same house with me?
Let me know it, and I shall be ready--I might almost say, glad--to go.'" "Have you read her letter, Teresa?
Am I wrong in feeling that this poor wounded heart has surely some claim on me?
If I _am_ wrong, oh, what am I to do?
what am I to do ?".