He believed that she loved Maynard; he had always spoken as if he were quite sure of it.

How could she tell him he was deceived--and what if he were to ask her whether she loved anybody else?
To have Sir Christopher looking angrily at her, was more than she could bear, even in imagination.

He had always been so good to her! Then she began to think of the pain she might give him, and the more selfish distress of fear gave way to the distress of affection.
Unselfish tears began to flow, and sorrowful gratitude to Sir Christopher helped to awaken her sensibility to Mr.Gilfil's tenderness and generosity.
'Dear, good Maynard!--what a poor return I make him! If I could but have loved him instead--but I can never love or care for anything again.

My heart is broken.'.