I care not who knows that I am wretched.

The triumph of seeing me so may be open to all the world.

Elinor, Elinor, they who suffer little may be proud and independent as they like--may resist insult, or return mortification--but I cannot.

I must feel--I must be wretched--and they are welcome to enjoy the consciousness of it that can." "But for my mother's sake and mine--" "I would do more than for my own.

But to appear happy when I am so miserable--Oh! who can require it ?" Again they were both silent.