Write it for me, dear, and make me happy for the day." Cristel was not attending to him, she was speaking to me.

"I hope, sir, you don't think that father and I are to blame for what has happened this morning," she said.

He looked where she was looking--and discovered, for the first time, that I was in the room.
He had alluded to his wickedness a moment since.

When his face turned my way, I thought it bore witness to his knowledge of his own character.
"Why didn't you come to my side of the house ?" he said to me.

"What am I to understand, sir, by seeing you here ?" Cristel dropped his book on the table, and hurried to me in breathless surprise.