A confession! It could be to none but the priest.
Knowledge of Carinthia would have urged him to the confession straightway.

In spite of horror, the task of helping to wash a black soul white would have been her compensation for loss of companionship with her soldier brother.

She would have held hot iron to the rabid wound and come to a love of the rescued sufferer.
It seemed to please her when he spoke of Mr.Rose Mackrell's applications to get back his volume of her father's Book of Maxims.
'There is mine,' she said.
For the sake of winning her quick gleam at any word of the bridal couple, he conjured a picture of her Madge and his Gower, saying: 'That marriage--as you will learn--proves him honest from head to foot; as she is in her way, too.' 'Oh, she is,' was the answer.
'We shall be driving down to them very soon, Carinthia.' 'It will delight them to see either of us, my lord.' 'My lady, adieu until I am over with this Calesford,' he gestured, as in fetters.
She spared him the my lording as she said adieu, sensitive as she was, and to his perception now.
Lady Arpington had a satisfactory two minutes with him before he left the house.

London town, on the great day at Calesford, interchanged communications, to the comforting effect, that the Countess of Fleetwood would reign over the next entertainment..