I know how you suffer, and how patiently you bear it." "You!" he exclaimed.
"I saw you with your friend, when you came on board the steamboat at Boulogne.

Oh, no, you never noticed me! You never knew how I pitied you.
And afterward, when you moved away by yourself, and stood by the place in which the engines work--you are sure you won't think the worse of me, if I tell it ?" "No! no!" "Your face frightened me--I can't describe it--I went to your friend and took it on myself to say that you wanted him.

It was an impulse--I meant well." "I am sure you meant well." As he spoke, his face darkened a little, betraying a momentary feeling of distrust.

Had she put indiscreet questions to his traveling companion; and had the Major, under the persuasive influence of her beauty, been weak enough to answer them?
"Did you speak to my friend ?" he asked.
"Only when I told him that he had better go to you.

And I think I said afterward I was afraid you were very ill.