In the first place, I am not now living in my own house.

I am staying with Mrs.Stanbury, and the place is called the Clock House.
Yours very sincerely, EMILY TREVELYAN.
The Clock House, Nuncombe Putney, Monday.
Soon after she had written it, Nora came into her room, and at once asked concerning the letter which she had seen delivered to her sister that morning.
"It was from Colonel Osborne," said Mrs.Trevelyan.
"From Colonel Osborne! How very wrong!" "I don't see that it is wrong at all.

Because Louis is foolish and mad, that cannot make another man wrong for doing the most ordinary thing in the world." "I had hoped it had been from Louis," said Nora.
"Oh dear, no.

He is by no means so considerate.

I do not suppose I shall hear from him, till he chooses to give some fresh order about myself or my child.