It is very strange; when I was a portionless girl he was ardent and tender, but, ever since this unfortunate property came into my hands, he seems to have joined in the hard and unjust feeling of his family against me.

I have certainly met him since at parties, and on other occasions, but we met almost as strangers; he was not the Charles Lindsay whom I had known when I was comparatively a poor girl; he appeared to shrink from me.

In the meantime, as I have already confessed to you, he has my heart; and, so long as he has, I cannot encourage the addresses of any other man." Woodward paused, and looked upon her with well-feigned admiration and sorrow.
"The man is blind," he at length said, "not only to the fascinations of your person and character, but to his own interests.

What is he in point of property?
Nothing.

He has no rich uncle at his back to establish him in life upon a scale, almost, of magnificence.