Where's Braintop ?" He took out his handkerchief to wipe his forehead, and jerked it like a bell-rope.
Emilia, in a singular bewilderment, sat eyeing a beam of sombre city sunlight on the dusty carpet.

She could only suppose that the offending "he" was Wilfrid; but, why he should be so, she could not guess: and how to plead for him, divided her mind.
"Don't blame him; be angry with me, if you are angry," she began softly.
"I know he thinks of you anxiously.

I know he would do nothing to hurt you.

No one is so kind as he is.

Would you deprive him of money, because he offends you ?" "Deprive him of money," repeated Mr.Pole, with ungrudging accentuation.
"Well, I've heard about women, but I never knew one so anxious for a doctor to get his fee as you are." Emilia wonderingly fixed her sight on him an instant, and, quite unillumined, resumed: "Blame me, sir.