I doubt if she has
yet realized this in her own mind; but I see the result, although she is
not conscious of it herself. I see her heart opening to the consolation
of another interest and another love. She has not said a word to me on
the subject, nor have I said a word to her. But as certainly as I
know that Mr. George Bartram's visits have lately grown more and more
frequent to the family at Portland Place--so certainly I can assure you
that Norah is finding a relief under her suspense, which is not of my
bringing, and a hope in the future, which I have not taught her to feel.
"It is needless for me to say that I tell you this in the strictest
confidence. God knows whether the happy prospect which seems to me to
be just dawning will grow brighter or not as time goes on. The oftener
I see Mr. George Bartram--and he has called on me more than once--the
stronger my liking for him grows. To my poor judgment he seems to be a
gentleman in the highest and truest sense of the word. If I could
live to see Norah his wife, I should almost feel that I had lived long
enough. But who can discern the future? We have suffered so much that I
am afraid to hope.
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