She could not bear to
think that he should be enabled to accuse her with justice of
ingratitude. It had been her great pleasure to be true to him, and
he had answered her truth by a perfect confidence which had given a
charm to her life. Now this would all be over, and she would be
driven again to beg him to send her away, that she might become a
household drudge elsewhere. And now that this very moment of her
agony had come, and that this man to whom she had given a promise
was there to claim her, how was she to go down and say what she had
to say, before all the world? It was perfectly clear to her that in
accordance with her reception of Urmand at the first moment of their
meeting, so must be her continued conduct towards him, till he
should leave her, or else take her away with him. She could not
smile on him and shake hands with him, and cut his bread for him and
pour out his wine, after such a letter as she had written to him,
without signifying thereby that the letter was to go for nothing.
Now, let what might happen, the letter was not to go for nothing.
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