While she was adjusting her spectacles on her nose, with hands trembling with passion, she heard Philip say,-- 'I ask yo'r pardon, I'm sure.

I couldn't well come any other day.' 'It's a' t' same--I care not.

But thou might as well tell truth.
I'll be bound thou's been at Haytersbank Farm some day this week ?' Philip reddened; in fact, he had forgotten how he had got to consider his frequent visits to the farm as a regular piece of occupation.

He kept silence.
Alice looked at him with a sharp intelligence that read his silence through.
'I thought so.

Next time thou thinks to thyself, 'I'm more knowledgeable than Coulson,' just remember Alice Rose's words, and they are these:--If Coulson's too thick-sighted to see through a board, thou'rt too blind to see through a window.