I feel so base.' She breathed heavily.
Dartrey took her hand and bent his lips to it.

'Happy the woman who has not more to speak! How long will Nesta stay here ?' 'You will watch over her, Dartrey?
She stays-her father wishes--up to--ah! We can hardly be in such extreme peril.

He has her doctor, her lawyer, and her butler--a favourite servant--to check, and influence, her: She--you know who it is!--does not, I am now convinced, mean persecution.

She was never a mean-minded woman.

Oh! I could wish she were.