But," burying her face in her
hands, "it was a love that was unsought."
"Isabella!" exclaimed her brother, springing from the bed, and pacing
the floor in disorder.
"See how dependent we become under the dominion of worldly pride; it is
painful to George to learn that one he loves had not feelings superior
to her nature and education."
"Say no more," whispered Frances; "you distress us both--say no more, I
entreat you."
"In justice to Dunwoodie I must speak; and for the same reason, my
brother, you must listen. By no act or word has Dunwoodie ever induced
me to believe he wished me more than a friend; nay, latterly, I have had
the burning shame of thinking that he avoided my presence."
"Would he dare?" said Singleton, fiercely.
"Peace, my brother, and listen," continued Isabella, rousing herself
with an effort that was final. "Here is the innocent, the justifiable
cause. We are both motherless; but that aunt--that mild, plain-hearted,
observing aunt, has given you the victory. Oh! how much she loses, who
loses a female guardian to her youth. I have exhibited those feelings
which you have been taught to repress. After this, can I wish to live?"
"Isabella! my poor Isabella! you wander in your mind."
"But one word more--for I feel that blood, which ever flowed too
swiftly, rushing where nature never intended it to go.
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