I said, “now that you are sure of my gratitude for your forbearance and my obedience to your wishes, may I venture to ask who”—(I hesitated—I had forced myself to think of him, but it was harder still to speak of him, as her promised husband)—“who the gentleman engaged to Miss Fairlie is?”
Her mind was evidently occupied with the message she had received from her sister. She answered in a hasty, absent way—
“A gentleman of large property in Hampshire.”
Hampshire! Anne Catherick’s native place.
at me significantly, and shook her head.
“That mysterious adventure of yours,” she said, “still remains involved in its own appropriate midnight darkness. I have been all the morning looking over my mother’s letters, and I have made no discoveries yet. However, don’t despair, Mr. Hartright. This is