“I am well aware how much importance the leading set among ourselves attaches to English connection, and English rank,” I answered; “but, it does not strike me Emily Merton is of a class so elevated, that Rupert Hardinge need break his faith, in order to reap the advantage of belonging to her, or her family.”

“It cannot be altogether that, Miles,” Lucy added, in an appealing, but touchingly confidential manner, “you and I have known each other from children, and, whatever may be the weaknesses of one who is so dear to me, and who, I hope, has not altogether lost his hold on your own affections, we can still rely on each other.  I shall speak to you with the utmost dependence on your friendship, and a reliance on your heart that is not second to that which I place on my dear father’s; for this is a subject on which there ought to be no concealment between us.  It is impossible that one as manly, as upright, as honest I will say, as yourself, can have lived so long in close intimacy with Rupert, and not be aware that he has marked defects of character.”

“I have long known that he is capricious,” I answered, unwilling to be severe on the faults of Lucy’s brother, to Lucy’s own ear; “perhaps I might add, that I have known he pays too much attention to fashion, and the opinions of fashionable people.”

“Nay, as we cannot deceive ourselves, let us not attempt the ungrateful task of endeavouring to deceive each other,” that true-hearted girl replied, though she said this with so great an effort, that I was compelled to listen attentively to catch all she uttered.  “Rupert has failings worse than these.  He is mercenary; nor is he always a man of truth.  Heaven knows, how I have wept over these defects of character, and the pain they have given me from childhood!  But, my dear, dear father overlooks them all—­or, rather, seeing them, he hopes all things; it is hard for a parent to believe a child irreclaimable.”

I was unwilling to let Lucy say any more on this subject, for her voice, her countenance, I might almost say her whole figure showed how much it cost her to say even this much of Rupert.  I had long known that Lucy did not respect her brother as much as she could wish; but this was never before betrayed to me in words, nor in any other manner, indeed, that would not have eluded the observation of one who knew the parties less thoroughly than myself.  I could perceive that she felt the awful consequences she foresaw from her brother’s conduct gave me a claim on her sincerity, and that she was suffering martyrdom, in order to do all that lay in her own power to lessen the force of the blow that unworthy relative had inflicted.  It would have been ungenerous in me to suffer such a sacrifice to continue a moment longer than was necessary.

“Spare yourself, and me, dearest Lucy,” I eagerly said, “all explanations but those which are necessary to let me know the exact state of my sister’s case.  I confess, I could wish to understand, however, the manner in which Rupert has contrived to explain away an engagement that has lasted four years, and which must have been the source of so much innocent confidence between Grace and himself.”