Oh, another thing I wanted to tell you.

The uncle, for whom he was named, has died and left him a splendid fortune, which he did not need very much, you know.

Had it not been for this circumstance, he would not have come back till autumn; and now he will be here in a week,--in less than a week.

Oh, Gabriella, Grandison Place must shine for its master's welcome." Another splendid fortune added to his own! Further and further still, seemed he removed from me.

But what difference did it make?
Why did I think of him in reference to myself?
How dared I do it, foolish and presumptuous girl! Then, he was seven years older than myself.