CHAPTER LVIII.  “For there can live no hatred in thine eye,Therefore in that I cannot know thy change:In many’s looks the false heart’s historyIs writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange:But Heaven in thy creation did decreeThat in thy face sweet love should ever dwell:Whate’er thy thoughts or thy heart’s workings beThy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.”—SHAKESPEARE: Sonnets. At the time when Mr. Vincy uttered that presentiment about Rosamond, she herself had never had the idea that she should be driven to make the sort of appeal which he foresaw. She had not yet had any anxiety