if once her heart had passed from her own dominion into the possession of another, would never change her love.  It was possible, no doubt,—­nay, how probable,—­that her heart was still vacillating.  Roger thought that he knew that at any rate she had not as yet declared her love.  If she were now to know,—­if she could now learn,—­of what nature was the love of this other man; if she could be instructed that he was living alone with a lady whom not long since he had promised to marry,—­ if she could be made to understand this whole story of Mrs Hurtle, would not that open her eyes?  Would she not then see where she could trust her happiness, and where, by so trusting it, she would certainly be...