Amelia，withalookoftenderalarminhereyes，listenedtohernobleheroasheutteredtheabovegeneroussentiments，andsittingdownonthebed，readtheletterwhichGeorgegaveherwithsuchapompousmartyr-likeair。Herfaceclearedupasshereadthedocument，however。
Theideaofsharingpovertyandprivationincompanywiththebelovedobjectis，aswehavebeforesaid，farfrombeingdisagreeabletoawarm-heartedwoman。
ThenotionwasactuallypleasanttolittleAmelia。Then，asusual，shewasashamedofherselfforfeelinghappyatsuchanindecorousmoment，andcheckedherpleasure，sayingdemurely，“O，George，howyourpoorheartmustbleedattheideaofbeingseparatedfromyourpapa！”
“Itdoes。”saidGeorge，withanagonisedcountenance。
“Buthecan’tbeangrywithyoulong。”shecontinued。