God knows what's to become of her! She's most beat out now, and can't stand much more; and she's the best of the lot, except Mr.Felix, for she's clean inside of her, and only her heart is to blame--and that father of hers, Lord Carnavon, with his dirty pride, and this scoundrel she's wrecking her life on, and all the fine ladies at home who turned up their noses at her when half of them are twice as bad--oh, I know 'em--you can't fool Martha Munger! I've been too long with 'em.

And this poor child who--Oh! I tell you this is a bad business, and it's getting worse--yes, it's getting worse.

Rosenthal isn't going to stand losing that piece of lace, without its costing somebody some money.

Stephen's got to come and be around evenings while I'm out.

And I'll go with her to Rosenthal's and fetch her back home, so that man Dalton can't frighten the life out of her." She put the coffee-pot where it would keep hot, and laid the cups and saucers ready for her mistress.