We'll see what we can do.

Soon make matters comfortable." "I love you, and I know you will not stab me," she answered.
"No; certainly not," said Mr.Pole, still keeping his back to her.
Struck with a sudden anticipating fear of having to go through this scene on the morrow, he continued: "No misunderstands, mind! Wilfrid's done with." There was a silence.

He trusted she might be gone.

Turning round, he faced her; the light of the candle throwing her pale visage into ghostly relief.
"Where is sleep for you if you part us ?" Mr.Pole flung up his arms.

"I insist upon your going to bed.