He isn't the same man that he was, before that foreign adventurer darkened our sunny home with his presence.
Unfortunate! It is worse than unfortunate! Edward's sending that letter at all was more a crime than a mistake.

But as to the wrong in regard to Fanny, I am not so sure that it only consists in a disturbance of her mind." There was a look of mystery, blended with anxious concern, in the countenance of Aunt Grace, that caused Mrs.Markland to say, quickly-- "Speak out what is in your thoughts, Grace.

Have no concealments with me, especially on a subject like this." "I may be over-suspicious--I may wrong the dear child--but--" Aunt Grace looked unusually serious.
"But what ?" Mrs.Markland had grown instantly pale at the strange words of her husband's sister.
"John, the gardener, says that he saw Mr.Lyon on the day after Edward went to New York." "Where ?" "Not far from here." "Deceived, as Edward was.

John saw our new neighbour, Mr.Willet." "Maybe so, and maybe not; and I am strongly inclined to believe in the maybe not.

As for that Lyon, I have no faith in him, and never had, as you know, from the beginning.