Fortune had nothing to do with it," she said, indignantly.

"You were beaten by a crime--by a mean, miserable crime--by the same sort of crime by which you were beaten before." "I have no reason for supposing that there is any connection." "Frank," she broke in, suddenly, and he started as for the first time for years she called him by his Christian name, "you are an old friend of ours, and you promised me that you would always be my friend.

Do you think that it is right to be trying to throw dust into my eyes?
Don't you think, on the contrary, that as a friend you should speak frankly to me ?" Frank was silent for a moment.
"On some subjects, yes, Bertha; on others, what has passed between us makes it very difficult for a man to know what he ought to do.
But be assured that if I saw you make any fatal mistake, any mistake at least that I believed to be fatal, I should not hesitate, even if I knew that I should be misunderstood, and that I should forfeit your liking, by so doing.

This is just one of the cases when I do not feel justified, as yet, in speaking.

Carthew is not my friend, and you know it.