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304 only this once and then adieu to fruitless dreamingthenceforth, only sober, solid, sad reality should occupy my mind; but while I thus resolved, a low voice close beside me, said,

"I suppose you are going this week, Miss Grey?"

"Yes," I replied. I was very much startled; and had I been at all hysterically inclined, I certainly should have committed myself in some way then. Thank God I was not.

"Well," said Mr. Weston, "I want to bid you good-byeit is not likely I shall see you again before you go."

"Good-bye Mr. Weston," I saidOh, how I struggled to say it calmly! I gave him my hand. He retained it a few seconds in his.

"It is possible we may meet again," said he, "will it be of any consequence to you whether we do or not?"

"Yes, I should be very glad to see you again."

I could say no less. He kindly pressed my hand, and went. Now I was happy againthough more inclined to burst into tears than ever. If I had been forced to speak at that moment, a succession of sobs would have