Out of Harmony.
With a vague yearning for sympathy and the comments of some fellow-creature, Aglionby that night called Lizzie aside, telling her he had something important to relate to her. They retired into the empty back parlour, and sitting side by side in the firelight, he made his first great confidence to her. She was the woman he loved; she was to be the partner of his life, his companion for better for worse. To whom else could he have turned more appropriately?