All very well--but she had a photograph of Mr.Godfrey in her bed-room; represented speaking at a public meeting, with all his hair blown out by the breath of his own eloquence, and his eyes, most lovely, charming the money out of your pockets.

What do you say to that?
Every morning--as Penelope herself owned to me--there was the man whom the women couldn't do without, looking on, in effigy, while Miss Rachel was having her hair combed.

He would be looking on, in reality, before long--that was my opinion of it.
June the sixteenth brought an event which made Mr.Franklin's chance look, to my mind, a worse chance than ever.
A strange gentleman, speaking English with a foreign accent, came that morning to the house, and asked to see Mr.Franklin Blake on business.
The business could not possibly have been connected with the Diamond, for these two reasons--first, that Mr.Franklin told me nothing about it; secondly, that he communicated it (when the gentleman had gone, as I suppose) to my lady.

She probably hinted something about it next to her daughter.

At any rate, Miss Rachel was reported to have said some severe things to Mr.Franklin, at the piano that evening, about the people he had lived among, and the principles he had adopted in foreign parts.