Other things I heard, which I felt or feared were indeed too true: but I must still conceal my anxiety respecting him, my indignation against them, beneath a careless aspect; others, again, mere hints of something said or done, which I longed to hear more of, but could not venture to inquire.
So passed the weary time.

I could not even comfort myself with saying, 'She will soon be married; and then there may be hope.' Soon after her marriage the holidays would come; and when I returned from home, most likely, Mr.Weston would be gone, for I was told that he and the Rector could not agree (the Rector's fault, of course), and he was about to remove to another place.
No--besides my hope in God, my only consolation was in thinking that, though he know it not, I was more worthy of his love than Rosalie Murray, charming and engaging as she was; for I could appreciate his excellence, which she could not: I would devote my life to the promotion of his happiness; she would destroy his happiness for the momentary gratification of her own vanity.

'Oh, if he could but know the difference!' I would earnestly exclaim.

'But no! I would not have him see my heart: yet, if he could but know her hollowness, her worthless, heartless frivolity, he would then be safe, and I should be--_almost_ happy, though I might never see him more!' I fear, by this time, the reader is well nigh disgusted with the folly and weakness I have so freely laid before him.

I never disclosed it then, and would not have done so had my own sister or my mother been with me in the house.