Our discourse ended, for the present, by his desiring me to persist in my present plan; I should suffer no inconveniences from it, since it would be my own fault if an interview again took place between the lady and me; meanwhile he should see her and effectually silence her inquiries.
I ruminated not superficially or briefly on this dialogue.

By what means would he silence her inquiries?
He surely meant not to mislead her by fallacious representations.

Some inquietude now crept into my thoughts.
I began to form conjectures as to the nature of the scheme to which my suppression of the truth was to be thus made subservient.

It seemed as if I were walking in the dark and might rush into snares or drop into pits before I was aware of my danger.

Each moment accumulated my doubts, and I cherished a secret foreboding that the event would prove my new situation to be far less fortunate than I had, at first, fondly believed.