ABSTRACT
The next morning Ethelinde, summoning as much resolution as possible, endeavoured to drive from her thoughts the image of Montgomery, which perpetually pursued her; and to appear at breakfast with her usual cheerfulness. Sir Edward, however, who had so long and so anxiously studied her countenance that he could guess at almost every emotion of her heart, easily discerned that all was not right there. Her gaiety was forced; she affected an interest about things to which he knew she was entirely indifferent; and, as soon as she could without rudeness escape, she made a pretence to hasten away from the company.
