He offered me an engagement-ring, and I refused it; yet he made you believe we were engaged.

You have taken care I shall not be compromised with the man I love; and shall I be compromised with the man I don't care for?
No, thank you." "Very well, Grace," said Mr.Carden, coldly.
Shortly after this Mr.Carden requested Dr.Amboyne to call; he received the doctor in his study, and told him that he was beginning to be uneasy about Grace; she was losing her appetite, her color, and her spirits.
Should he send her to the seaside?
"The seaside! I distrust conventional remedies.

Let me see the patient." He entered the room and found her coloring a figure she had drawn: it was a beautiful woman, with an anchor at her feet.

The door was open, and the doctor, entering softly, saw a tear fall on the work from a face so pale and worn with pining, that he could hardly repress a start; he did repress it though, for starts are unprofessional; he shook hands with her in his usual way.

"Sorry to hear you are indisposed, my dear Miss Grace." He then examined her tongue, and felt her pulse; and then he sat down, right before her, and fixed his eyes on her.