I was put between the two difficulties of mentioning Penelope's fanciful notion as if it was mine, or of leaving an unfortunate creature to suffer the consequences, the very serious consequences, of exciting the suspicion of Sergeant Cuff.

Out of pure pity for the girl--on my soul and my character, out of pure pity for the girl--I gave the Sergeant the necessary explanations, and told him that Rosanna had been mad enough to set her heart on Mr.Franklin Blake.
Sergeant Cuff never laughed.

On the few occasions when anything amused him, he curled up a little at the corners of the lips, nothing more.

He curled up now.
"Hadn't you better say she's mad enough to be an ugly girl and only a servant ?" he asked.

"The falling in love with a gentleman of Mr.
Franklin Blake's manners and appearance doesn't seem to me to be the maddest part of her conduct by any means.