he never will⁠—he is too true a gentleman. I said to him, for I could see that his heart was breaking:⁠—

“I loved dear Lucy, and I know what she was to you, and what you were to her. She and I were like sisters; and now she is gone, will you not let me be like a sister to you in your trouble? I know what sorrows you have had, though I cannot measure the depth of them. If sympathy and pity can help in your affliction, won’t you let me be of some little service⁠—for Lucy’s sake?”