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tempts upon your liberty, your safety, your honour!—But since you have thus happily———"
"Mr. Harleigh," cried Juliet, struggling to recover her presence of mind, "I need no longer, I trust, now, beg your absence! All I can have to say you must, now, understand . . . anticipate . . . acknowledge . . . since you are aware . . ."
"Ah!" cried Harleigh, in a tone not quite free from reproach;—"had you but, from the beginning, condescended to inform me of your situation! a situation so impossible to divine! so replete with horrour, with injury, with unheard of suffering,—had you, from the first, instead of avoiding, flying me, deigned to treat me with some trust———"
"Mr. Harleigh," said Juliet, with eagerness, "whatever may be your surprize that such should be my situation, . . . my fate, . . . you can, at least, require, now, no explanation why I have fled you!"
