? ? ? ? Elinor stopped him with a reproof.
? ? ? ? "Well,"--he replied--"once more good bye. I shall now go away and live in dread of one event."
? ? ? ? "What do you mean?"
? ? ? ? "Your sister's marriage."
? ? ? ? "You are very wrong. She can never be more lost to you than she is now."
? ? ? ? "But she will be gained by some one else. And if that some one should be the very he whom, of all others, I could least bear--but I will not stay to rob myself of all your compassionate goodwill, by shewing that where I have most injured I can least forgive. Good bye,--God bless you!"
? ? ? ? And with these words, he almost ran out of the room.
? ? ? ? Elinor, for some time after he left her, for some time even after the sound of his carriage had died away, remained too much oppressed by a crowd of ideas, widely differing in themselves, but of which sadness was the general result, to think even of her sister.
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