'You do not complain, but I see--and feel--and know that you are miserable--and must remain so as long as you keep those walls of impenetrable ice about your still warm and palpitating heart; and I am miserable, too.

Deign to smile on me and I am happy: trust me, and you shall be happy also, for if you are a woman I can make you so--and I will do it in spite of yourself!' he muttered between his teeth; 'and as for others, the question is between ourselves alone: you cannot injure your husband, you know, and no one else has any concern in the matter.' 'I have a son, Mr.Hargrave, and you have a mother,' said I, retiring from the window, whither he had followed me.
'They need not know,' he began; but before anything more could be said on either side, Esther and Arthur re-entered the room.

The former glanced at Walter's flushed, excited countenance, and then at mine--a little flushed and excited too, I daresay, though from far different causes.
She must have thought we had been quarrelling desperately, and was evidently perplexed and disturbed at the circumstance; but she was too polite or too much afraid of her brother's anger to refer to it.

She seated herself on the sofa, and putting back her bright, golden ringlets, that were scattered in wild profusion over her face, she immediately began to talk about the garden and her little playfellow, and continued to chatter away in her usual strain till her brother summoned her to depart.
'If I have spoken too warmly, forgive me,' he murmured on taking his leave, 'or I shall never forgive myself.' Esther smiled and glanced at me: I merely bowed, and her countenance fell.

She thought it a poor return for Walter's generous concession, and was disappointed in her friend.