Yet I had not, and could not have, that intense attachment which would make me willing to die for him; and if ever I marry, it must be in that light of adoration that I will regard my husband.

Ten to one I shall never have the chance again; but _n'importe_.

Moreover, I was aware that he knew so little of me he could hardly be conscious to whom he was writing.

Why! it would startle him to see me in my natural home character; he would think I was a wild, romantic enthusiast indeed.

I could not sit all day long making a grave face before my husband.