"You may have trifled with others, but him you love as you never loved another man." "Oh, well--I won't argue," said Mrs.Charmond, laughing faintly.

"And you come to reproach me for it, child." "No," said Grace, magnanimously.

"You may go on loving him if you like--I don't mind at all.

You'll find it, let me tell you, a bitterer business for yourself than for me in the end.

He'll get tired of you soon, as tired as can be--you don't know him so well as I--and then you may wish you had never seen him!" Mrs.Charmond had grown quite pale and weak under this prophecy.