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with her cousin’s acquaintances than she had
yet been, and gave the gentleman, who evident-
ly admired her, an opportunity of studying her
character. ‘There was something strange in a
young woman, situated as was Rose, preserv-
ing so entirely her self-respect, that it encircled
her like a halo; and wherever it is so preserv-
ed, it invariably commands the respect of others.
After the first week or two had passed, Rose
Dillon was perfectly undazzled by the splendour
with which she was surrounded, and was now
engaged in watching for a moment when she
could escape from what she knew was splendid
misery. If Helen had been simply content to
keep her own position—if she had, as Rose’s
wisdom advised, sufficient moral courage to re-
sent a slight openly, not denying her humble
birth, and yet resolved to be treated as became
her husband’s wife—all would have been hap-
piness and peace. Proud as Mr. Ivers was of
her, her discontent and perpetual straining after
rank and distinction, watching every body’s
every look and movement to discover if it con-
~cealed no covert affront, rendered him, kind
and careful though he was, occasionally dissat-
isfied ; and she interpreted every manifestation
of his displeasure, however slight, to contempt
'. for her birth. Rose suffered most acutely, for
she saw how simple was the remedy, and yet
could not prevail on Helen to abate one jot of
her restless ambition. The true spirit of a