To have him! to see him! Mr.Beamish, he is here.' 'At last!' 'Cruel!' 'Well, Caseldy has come, then! But now, friend Chloe, you should be made aware that the man--' She stopped her ears.

As she did so, Mr.Beamish observed a thick silken skein dangling from one hand.

Part of it was plaited, and at the upper end there was a knot.

It resembled the commencement of her manufactory of a whip: she swayed it to and fro, allowing him to catch and lift the threads on his fingers for the purpose of examining her work.

There was no special compliment to pay, so he dropped it without remark.
Their faces had expressed her wish to hear nothing from him of Caseldy and his submission to say nothing.