His secret was unknown, he could brave the matter with heroic fortitude, while perhaps in after years, time will have effaced those fond memories.

It was a bitter trial, but had he known that hearts more liable to succumb to the frailties of nature had borne up bravely against the struggling conflicts of feeling, the thought would have afforded some relief.
Captain Douglas in his boisterous jocose remarks had unconsciously been the means of aiming many unerring and merciless shafts at the heart of the despondent lieutenant.

Mr.Howe, on many occasions, would generously have forced his companion to desist, but the sacrifice would have been too great.

It were better that the secret remain untold even at the expense of a few such stabs.
In spite of the maneuvering conversational tactics of Mr.Howe, Captain Douglas could not resist the vein of humor which flowed in incessant remark upon those with whom it came in contact.

"Lady Rosamond made sad havoc in Fredericton," was his endless theme.