side, and had put one arm around her, before I could answer. “What is it, my dear?” she said. “What has he done to you?”
“Nothing,” the poor creature answered. “Nothing. I’m only frightened.”
Mrs. Clements turned on me with a fearless indignation, for which I respected her.
“I should be heartily ashamed of myself if I deserved that angry look,” I said. “But I do not deserve it. I have unfortunately startled her without intending it. This is not the first time she has seen me. Ask her yourself,
come over her—a change that told me all.
I shrank then—I shrink still—from invading the innermost sanctuary of her heart, and laying it open to others, as I have laid open my own. Let it be enough to say that the time when she first surprised my secret was, I firmly believe, the time when she first