right?”
“Yes, and mentioned correctly. He treats it lightly himself, though it sometimes makes his friends anxious about him.”
“I suppose no whispers have ever been heard against his character?”
“Mr. Hartright! I hope you are not unjust enough to let that infamous letter influence you?”
I felt the blood rush into my cheeks, for I knew that it HAD influenced me.
“I hope not,” I answered confusedly. “Perhaps I had no right to ask the question.”
“I am not sorry you asked it,” she said,
see them, for the first time, under circumstances of perpetual jolting and interruption? If we can only confuse him all through the drive, between Nature as it is, when he looks up at the view, and Nature as it is not when he looks down again at our sketch-books, we shall drive him into the last desperate