It will out.

I do cling devotedly, terribly, to that old life of the past.

I am very happy here, and you are all good, and kind, and loving to me; but that wayward, haphazard existence, with all its trials and miseries, had got little glimpses of such bliss at times that rose to actual ecstasy.' 'I was afraid of this,' said Kate, in a low but firm voice.

'I thought what a change it would be for you from that life of brightness and festivity to this existence of dull and unbroken dreariness.' 'No, no, no! Don't say that! Do not fancy that I am not happier than I ever was or ever believed I could be.

It was the castle-building of that time that I was regretting.