He is going forth on the voyage of life, alone, you weep as any sister would, to see him thus.

I do not blame him for loving you; but I do censure him in the highest degree, for endeavoring to win more than a sister's regard from you, in return; it was selfish and dishonorable.

More than all, I blame myself for not foreseeing this.

You said yesterday, you could not bear the thought of being separated from Arthur.

You do not know your own heart, many a woman does not, until time has been her teacher; let it be yours.