I must speak plainly. If you have any lingering thought that I could envy the happiness you will confer; that I could not resign you to a dearer protector, of your own choosing; that I could not, from my removed place, be a contented witness of your joy; dismiss it, for I don’t deserve it! I have not suffered quite in vain. You have not taught me quite in vain. There is no alloy of self in what I feel for you.’

She was quiet now. In a little time, she turned her pale face towards me, and said in a low voice, broken here and there, but very clear:

‘I owe it to your pure friendship for me, Trotwood — which, indeed, I do not doubt — to tell you, you are mistaken.

I can do no more. If I have sometimes, in the course of