She had known this, and had parted from him with an oath to herself that no promised contrition on his part should ever bring them again together.

But she had pardoned him as a man, though never as a lover, and had bade him welcome again as a cousin and as her friend's brother.

She had again become very anxious as to his career, not hiding her regard, but professing that anxiety aloud.

She knew him to be clever, ambitious, bold,--and she believed even yet, in spite of her own experience, that he might not be bad at heart.

Now, as she told herself that in truth she loved the man to whom her troth was plighted, I fear that she almost thought more of that other man from whom she had torn herself asunder.
"Why should he find himself unhappy in London ?" she said, as she went back to the letter.