'I had hoped she would have told you herself.

I was waiting for her to do so.' 'But, Max, surely you might have told me ?' 'Who ?--I?
I should not have presumed.

You must remember that I was in Hamilton's confidence, and,' after a moment's hesitation, 'in hers too.
Ursula,' with a sudden passionate inflexion in his voice, 'you have no idea how she loved that poor boy, and how she suffered: it nearly killed her.

Now you know why I say that she is lonely and wants a friend.' 'But she has you, Max,' I exclaimed involuntarily, for I knew what he must have been to them in their trouble; Max could be as tender as a woman; but he started aside as though I had struck him; and his voice was quite changed as he answered me.
'You mistake, Ursula.

I was only her clergyman: if she confided in me it was because she could not do otherwise; she is naturally reserved.