I always thought you a good girl, Nora, but I saw you walking yesterday in the wood with Mr.Dawson of Damerstown, and you were like lovers, and that ought not to be so unless you are going to marry him." "Oh, Miss Bawn!" Poor Nora's face was covered with confusion, and I am sure I blushed as hotly as she did, yet I was conscious of a cold, shrinking feeling from this courtship between her and Richard Dawson which I was sure could lead to no good.
"It isn't right, Nora," I said.
"God help me! I know that, Miss Bawn," she said, looking at me with frightened eyes.

"I've tried to give it up; I've tried to resist him, but I can't.

There's something stronger than myself that drives me to him.

I love him, Miss Bawn, so I do; and I can't help it that he's a rich gentleman and I'm only a poor girl.

If you ever loved any one yourself, Miss Bawn, you'd know." "I do know, Nora," I said.