Henrietta, speechless with indignation, could only look her feelings.

At last he came and sat down beside her.
"And so," he said, "on receiving this you rushed out in the cold and came all the way to Lyvern.

Now, it seems to me that you must either love me very much--" "I don't.

I hate you." "Or else love yourself very much." "Oh!" And she wept afresh.

"You are a selfish brute, and you do just as you like without considering anyone else.