esidence with us, to feel a strong
friendly regard for you. I was predisposed in your favour when you
first told me of your conduct towards that unhappy woman whom you met
under such remarkable circumstances. Your management of the affair
might not have been prudent, but it showed the self-control, the
delicacy, and the compassion of a man who was naturally a gentleman.
It made me expect good things from you, and you have not disappointed
my expectations."

She paused--but held up her hand at the same time, as a sign that she
awaited no answer from me before she proceeded. When I entered the
summer-house, no thought was in me of the woman in white. But now,
Miss Halcombe's own words had put the memory of my adventure back in my
mind. It remained there throughout the interview--remained, and not
without a result.

"As your friend," she proceeded, "I am going to tell you, at once, in
my own plain, blunt, downright language, that I have discovered your
secret--without help or hint, mind, from any one else. Mr. Hartright,
you have thoughtlessly allowed yourself to form an attachment--a
serious and devoted attachment I am afraid--to my sister Laura. I
don't put you to the pain of confessing it in so many words, because I
see and know that you are too honest to deny it. I don't even blame
you--I pity you for opening your heart to a hopeless affection. You
have not attempted to take any underhand advantage--you have not spoken
to my sister in secret. You are guilty of weakness and want of
attention to your own best interests, but of nothing worse. If you had
acted, in any single respect, less delicately and less modestly, I
should have told you to leave the house without an instant's notice, or
an instant's consultation of anybody. As it is, I blame the misfortune
of your years and your position--I don't blame YOU. Shake hands--I
have given you pain; I am going to give you more, but there is no help
for it--shake hands with your friend, Marian Halcombe, first."

The sudden kindness--the warm, high-minded, fearless sympathy which met
me on such mercifully equal terms, which appealed with such delicate
and generous abruptness straight to my heart, my honour, and my
courage, overcame me in an instant. I tried to look at her when she
took my hand, but my eves were dim. I tried to thank her, but my voice
failed me.

"Listen to me," she said, considerately avoiding all notice of my loss
of self-control. "Listen t