He hates me, and he always did; and he has been racking his brains to find out something against me.

That rascally German doctor has found him an excuse, and so he throws in my teeth, as fresh discovered, what he must have known years ago." "I don't think that, George.

I don't think he would be so deceitful." "Not naturally he wouldn't, I know; but he is under the thumb of that doctor; and you know how HE hates me--If you don't I do." "I don't know why Dr.Mulhaus should hate you, George." "I do though; that sleeky dog Stockbridge, who is such a favourite with him, has poisoned his mind, and all because he wanted you and your money, and because you took up with me instead of him." "Well now," said Mary; "don't go on about him--he is gone, at all events; but you must tell me what this is that my father has got against you." "I don't like to.

I tell you it is against my father, not me." "Well!" she answered; "if it was anyone but me, perhaps, you ought not to tell it; but you ought to have no secrets from me, George--I have kept none from you." "Well, my darling, I will tell you then: you know Madge, at our place ?" "Yes; I have seen her." "Well, it's about her.

She and my father live together like man and wife, though they ain't married; and the Vicar must have known that these years, and yet now he makes it an excuse for getting rid of me." "I always thought she was a bad woman," said Mary; "but you are wrong about my father.