Mr.Saul had exacted no promise of secresy from her; he was not a man to exact such promises.

But she felt not the less that she would be betraying confidence to speak, and it might even be that her speaking on the matter would do more harm than good.

Her sympathies were doubtless with Mr.Saul, but she could not therefore say that she, thought Fanny ought to accept his love.

It would be best to say nothing of the matter, and to allow Mr.Saul to fight his own battle.
Then she turned to her own matters, and there she found that everything was pleasant.

How good the world had been to her to give her such a lover as Harry Clavering! She owned with all her heart the excellence of being in love when a girl might be allowed to call such a man her own.
She could not but make comparisons between him and Mr.Saul, though she knew that she was making them on points that were hardly worthy of her thoughts.