Assuming this conclusion to be the right one, I determined, then and there, that Lady Rachel should not pass the doors of Trimley Deen again.

If her bosom-friend resented that wise act of severity by leaving the house, I should submit with resignation, and should remember the circumstance with pleasure.
"I am afraid you are ill, Cristel ?" was all I could find to say, under the double disadvantage of speaking through a door, and having a father listening at my side.
"Oh no, Mr.Gerard, not ill.

A little low in my mind, that's all.

I don't mean to be rude, sir--pray be kinder to me than ever! pray let me be!" I said I would return on the next day; and left the room with a sore heart.
Old Toller highly approved of my conduct.

He rubbed his fleshless hands, and whispered: "You'll get it out of Cristy to-morrow, and I'll help you." I found Gloody waiting for me outside the cottage.