But, you know, 'tisn't every woman thinks so: and a poor lass that is very fond of me--and I scold her bitterly--she took the letter out of his pocket, and told me what was in it." "Very well, then," said Grace, coldly, "it is right you should also read his answer.

I'll bring it you." "Not to-day, miss, if you please.

There is no need.

I know him: he is too much of a man to marry one girl when he loves another; and 'tis you he loves, and I hope you will be happy together." A few quiet tears followed these brave words, and Grace looked at her askant, and began to do her justice.
"Ah!" said she, with a twinge of jealousy, "you know him better than I.
You have answered for him, in his very words.

Yet you can't love him as I do.