"She dare not for other reasons, when I come to think of it.

Her reputation is already such, and so well detested is she that were it known she had been the cause, however indirect, of this, the countryside would satisfy certain longings that it entertains concerning her.

You are sure none saw you either going or returning ?" "None." Sir Oliver strode the length of the room and back, pulling at his pipe.
"All should be well, then, I think," said he at last.

"You were best abed.

I'll carry you thither." He took up his stripling brother in his powerful arms and bore him upstairs as though he were a babe.
When he had seen him safely disposed for slumber, he returned below, shut the door in the hall, drew up the great oaken chair to the fire, and sat there far into the night smoking and thinking.
He had said to Lionel that all should be well.