I hold that young woman responsible for all that they do.

Am I wrong?
Oh, very well.

You suggested Besworth, at all events.

And--if we quarrel, I shall cut off one of your curls." "We never will quarrel, my darling," quoth Adela softly.

"Unless--" she added.
Wilfrid kissed her forehead.
"Unless what ?" "Well, then, you must tell me who it is that talks of me in that objectionable manner; I do not like it." "Shall I convey that intimation ?" "I choose to ask, simply that I may defend myself." "I choose to keep him buried, then, simply to save his life." Adela made a mouth, and Wilfrid went on: "By the way, I want you to know Lady Charlotte; you will take to one another.