No; she did not want Fanny or any one else to tell her that he was true.

Honesty and truth were written on every line of his face, were to be heard in every tone of his voice, could be seen in every sentence that came from his hand.

Dear Harry; dearest Harry! She knew well that he was true.
Then she also sat down and wrote to him, on that her last night beneath his father's roof--wrote to him when she had nearly prepared herself for her bed; and honestly, out of her full heart, thanked him for his love.
There was no need that she should be coy with him now, for she was his own.

"Dear Harry, when I think of all that you have done for me in loving me and choosing me for your wife, I know that I can never pay you all that I owe you." Such were the two rival claimants for the hand of Harry Clavering..