'Why, he can't play a game of tennis,' she said, 'and when he loses it he nearly cries, and what do you think, Mrs.Hatton, of a lover like that ?' Those were her words, John." "And you believe she was in earnest ?" "Yes, I do.

Jane is too proud and too brave a girl to lie--unless----" "Unless what, mother ?" "It was to her interest." "Tell me all she said.

Her words are life or death to me." "They are nothing of the kind.

Be ashamed of yourself, John Hatton." "You are right, mother.

My life and death are by the will of God, but I can say that my happiness or wretchedness is in Jane Harlow's power." "Your happiness is in your own power.