On reading this I had no reason to disguise my joy and hope from Frederick Lawrence, for I had none to be ashamed of.

I felt no joy but that his sister was at length released from her afflictive, overwhelming toil--no hope but that she would in time recover from the effects of it, and be suffered to rest in peace and quietness, at least, for the remainder of her life.

I experienced a painful commiseration for her unhappy husband (though fully aware that he had brought every particle of his sufferings upon himself, and but too well deserved them all), and a profound sympathy for her own afflictions, and deep anxiety for the consequences of those harassing cares, those dreadful vigils, that incessant and deleterious confinement beside a living corpse--for I was persuaded she had not hinted half the sufferings she had had to endure.
'You will go to her, Lawrence ?' said I, as I put the letter into his hand.
'Yes, immediately.' 'That's right! I'll leave you, then, to prepare for your departure.' 'I've done that already, while you were reading the letter, and before you came; and the carriage is now coming round to the door.' Inly approving his promptitude, I bade him good-morning, and withdrew.
He gave me a searching glance as we pressed each other's hands at parting; but whatever he sought in my countenance, he saw there nothing but the most becoming gravity--it might be mingled with a little sternness in momentary resentment at what I suspected to be passing in his mind.
Had I forgotten my own prospects, my ardent love, my pertinacious hopes?
It seemed like sacrilege to revert to them now, but I had not forgotten them.

It was, however, with a gloomy sense of the darkness of those prospects, the fallacy of those hopes, and the vanity of that affection, that I reflected on those things as I remounted my horse and slowly journeyed homewards.

Mrs.Huntingdon was free now; it was no longer a crime to think of her--but did she ever think of me?
Not now--of course it was not to be expected--but would she when this shock was over?
In all the course of her correspondence with her brother (our mutual friend, as she herself had called him) she had never mentioned me but once--and that was from necessity.