CHAPTERIV
OnthedayofthemarriageAgnesLockwoodsataloneinthelittledrawing-roomofherLondonlodgings，burningtheletterswhichhadbeenwrittentoherbyMontbarryinthebygonetime。
TheCountess’smaliciouslysmartdescriptionofher，addressedtoDoctorWybrow，hadnotevenhintedatthecharmthatmostdistinguishedAgnes——theartlessexpressionofgoodnessandpuritywhichinstantlyattractedeveryonewhoapproachedher。
Shelookedbymanyyearsyoungerthanshereallywas。Withherfaircomplexionandhershymanner，itseemedonlynaturaltospeakofheras’agirl，’althoughshewasnowreallyadvancingtowardsthirtyyearsofage。Shelivedalonewithanoldnursedevotedtoher，onamodestlittleincomewhichwasjustenoughtosupportthetwo。
Therewerenoneoftheordinarysignsofgriefinherface，assheslowlytorethelettersofherfalseloverintwo，andthrewthepiecesintothesmallfirewhichhadbeenlittoconsumethem。