"There is a cursed plot on foot, and this insinuating, saintly Mrs.Denison, is one of the plotters! My very blood is seething at the thought.

Shall I go in now, and confront him at his devilish work ?" "It were better not," he said, after a brief struggle with his feelings.

"I am too excited, and cannot answer for myself.

A false step now might ruin all.

First, let me cage my singing bird, and then"-- He strode onwards and passed the house of Mrs.Loring with rapid steps.