Besides, and the Countess's imagination warmed till she addressed her brother as a confederate, 'we shall then see to whom Beckley Court is bequeathed.

Either way it may be yours.

Yours! and you suffer their plots to drive you forth.

Do you not perceive that Mama was brought here to-day on purpose to shame us and cast us out?
We are surrounded by conspiracies, but if our faith is pure who can hurt us?
If I had not that consolation--would that you had it, too!--would it be endurable to me to see those menials whispering and showing their forced respect?
As it is, I am fortified to forgive them.

I breathe another atmosphere.