What was the use of her fortune, if she could not employ it for the relief of the man she loved?
"You are so kind to me, Mr.Saltram," she faltered, after a troubled pause; "so ready to help me in my perplexities, I only wish you would allow me to be of some use to you in yours, if you have any perplexities; and I suppose everybody has, of some kind or other.

I should be so proud if you would give me your confidence--so proud and happy!" Her voice trembled a little as she said this, looking up at him all the while with soft confiding blue eyes, the fair delicate face looking its prettiest in the coquettish widow's head-gear.
A man must have been harder of heart than John Saltram who could remain unmoved by a tenderness so evident.

This man was touched, and deeply.

The pale careworn face grew more troubled, the firmly-moulded lips quivered ever so little, as he looked down at the widow's pleading countenance; and then he turned his head aside with a sudden half-impatient movement.
"My dear Mrs.Branston, you are too good to me; I am unworthy, I am in every way unworthy of your kindness." "You are not unworthy, and that is no answer to my question; only an excuse to put me off.

We are such old friends, Mr.Saltram, you might trust me.