I had left my situation, and my stern, cruel grandmother believed that I had found another.

If I lived to be a thousand years old I should never forget my horror and surprise.

He had worshipped me; he had sworn a thousand times over that he would marry me; he had loved me with the tenderest love.
"Now, when after waiting some hours, I saw him last, he frowned at me; there was no kiss, no caress, no welcome.
"'This is a nice piece of news,' he said.

'This comes of country visiting.' "'But you love me ?--you love me ?' I cried.
"'I did, my dear,' he said, 'but, of course, that died with Summer.

One does not speak of what is dead.' "'Do you not mean to marry me ?' I asked.
"'No, certainly not; and you know that I never did.