Mean, base, and vile she had been, and she now confessed it; but she was not false enough to pretend that she mourned the man as a wife mourns.

Harry might have seen enough to know, have understood enough to perceive, that he need not regard her widowhood.
And as to her money! if that were the stumbling-block, might it not be well that the first overture should come from her?
Could she not find words to tell him that it might all be his?
Could she not say to him, "Harry Clavering, all this is nothing in my hands.

Take it into your hands, and it will prosper." Then, it was that she went to her desk, and attempted to write to him.

She did write to him a completed note, offering herself and all that was hers for his acceptance.

In doing so, she strove hard to be honest and yet not over bold; to be affectionate and yet not unfeminine.