If he saw Richard, he would undoubtedly give him up to justice, and--putting graver considerations aside--that would be pleasant for neither you nor for me.

To have a connection gibbeted for a willful murder would be an ugly blot on the Carlyle escutcheon, Cornelia." Miss Carlyle sat in silence revolving the news, a contraction on her ample brow.
"And now you know all, Cornelia, and I do beg you to leave me, for I am overwhelmed with work to-day.".