Ah! my
Catherine,
you have
found me
out.
There’s
the sting.
The long,
long,
endless
two years
and half
that are
to pass
before
your
brother
can hold
the
living.”
“Yes, yes,
my darling
Isabella,”
said Mrs.
Thorpe,
“we
perfectly
see into
your
heart. You
have no
disguise.
We
perfectly
understand
the
present
vexation;
and
everybody
must love
you the
better for
such a
noble
honest
affection.”
Catherine’s
uncomfortable
feelings
