"I suppose I was thinking aloud.

That fellow Jacobi has been rubbing me up the wrong way; he stuck to me like a burr, and I could not get rid of him." "I had some trouble in shaking him off myself," she owned.

"You were quite right, Mr.Herrick, he is not a gentleman, and I dislike his manner excessively; it is too subservient, and he is too soft-tongued.
Poor dear Die, I wish you could have seen her face when he paid her a compliment; she looked quite bewildered." Elizabeth's eyes were dancing with amusement at the recollection, but Malcolm did not respond to her merriment; he felt things were too serious.
"I am not at all easy in my mind," he said, and then Elizabeth looked at him inquiringly.

"Jacobi seems to have got a hold on Cedric.

He goes back with him to-night, does he not?
Ah, I thought so," as Elizabeth nodded.