What was he to do with the wretched woman who could be kept from the evil of her pernicious vanity by no gentle custody, whom no most distant retirement would make safe from the effects of her own ignorance, folly, and obstinacy?
"When is she to go ?" he asked in a low, sepulchral tone,--as though these new tidings that had come upon him had been fatal--laden with doom, and finally subversive of all chance even of tranquillity.
"When you and she may please." "That is all very well;--but let me know the truth.

I would not have your mother's house--contaminated; but may she remain there for a week ?" Stanbury jumped from his seat with an oath.

"I tell you what it is, Trevelyan;--if you speak of your wife in that way, I will not listen to you.

It is unmanly and untrue to say that her presence can--contaminate any house." "That is very fine.

It may be chivalrous in you to tell me on her behalf that I am a liar,--and that I am not a man." "You drive me to it." "But what am I to think when you are forced to declare that this unfortunate woman can not be allowed to remain at your mother's house,--a house which has been especially taken with reference to a shelter for her?
She has been received,--with the idea that she would be discreet.