"Winifred Wood will never marry, unless the grave can give up its dead.

When a mere child she fixed her affections upon a youth named Thames Darrell, whom her father brought up, and who perished, it is supposed, about nine years ago; and she has determined to remain faithful to his memory." "You astonish me," said the stranger, in a voice full of emotion.
"Why it _is_ astonishing, certainly," remarked Kneebone, "to find any woman constant--especially to a girlish attachment; but such is the case.

She has had offers innumerable; for where wealth and beauty are combined, as in her instance, suitors are seldom wanting.

But she was not to be tempted." "She is a matchless creature!" exclaimed the young man.
"So I think," replied Kneebone, again applying to the snuff-box, and by that means escaping the angry glance levelled at him by his companion.
"I have one inquiry more to make of you, Sir," said the stranger, as soon as he had conquered his displeasure, "and I will then trouble you no further.

You spoke just now of a youth whom Mr.Wood brought up.