I know very well that in my melancholy position I have no right to find fault, and I don't pretend to understand gentlemen's feelings towards each other.

But to have had my name mentioned up with yours in that way is-- Oh! Mr Cradell, I don't know how I'm ever to look you in the face again." And again she buried hers in her pocket-handkerchief.
"Handsome is as handsome does," said Miss Spruce; and there was that in her tone of voice which seemed to convey much hidden meaning.
"Exactly so, Miss Spruce," said Mrs Lupex; "and that's my only comfort at the present moment.

Mr Cradell is a gentleman who would scorn to take advantage;--I'm quite sure of that." And then she did contrive to look at him over the edge of the hand which held the handkerchief.
"That I wouldn't, I'm sure," said Cradell.

"That is to say--" And then he paused.

He did not wish to get into a scrape about Mrs Lupex.
He was by no means anxious to encounter her husband in one of his fits of jealousy.