How much of the scene he had witnessed I do not know, for the door was ajar when he entered.

He greeted his host and his cousin both coldly, and me with a glance intended to express the deepest sympathy mingled with high admiration and esteem.
'How much allegiance do you owe to that man ?' he asked below his breath, as he stood beside me at the window, affecting to be making observations on the weather.
'None,' I answered.

And immediately returning to the table, I employed myself in making the tea.

He followed, and would have entered into some kind of conversation with me, but the other guests were now beginning to assemble, and I took no more notice of him, except to give him his coffee.
After breakfast, determined to pass as little of the day as possible in company with Lady Lowborough, I quietly stole away from the company and retired to the library.

Mr.Hargrave followed me thither, under pretence of coming for a book; and first, turning to the shelves, he selected a volume, and then quietly, but by no means timidly, approaching me, he stood beside me, resting his hand on the back of my chair, and said softly, 'And so you consider yourself free at last ?' 'Yes,' said I, without moving, or raising my eyes from my book, 'free to do anything but offend God and my conscience.' There was a momentary pause.
'Very right,' said he, 'provided your conscience be not too morbidly tender, and your ideas of God not too erroneously severe; but can you suppose it would offend that benevolent Being to make the happiness of one who would die for yours ?--to raise a devoted heart from purgatorial torments to a state of heavenly bliss, when you could do it without the slightest injury to yourself or any other ?' This was spoken in a low, earnest, melting tone, as he bent over me.