"Oh, pray forgive me.

I am so unhappy." And she hid her face in her hands.
"Of course I forgive you," said Raby.

"But, unfortunately, I knew nothing of all this, and went and put him under her charge; and here he has found a precedent for marrying a Dence--found it on this confounded brass! Well, no matter.

Life is one long disappointment.

What does he say?
Where is the letter gone to?
It has vanished." "I have got it safe," said Grace, deprecatingly.
"Then please let me know what he says." "What, read his letter to you ?" "Why not, pray?
I'm his uncle.