This mistake embarrassed Lady Peveril exceedingly.
Knowing the blunt impetuosity of her husband's character, his devotion to the memory of the deceased Earl of Derby, and his corresponding veneration for his widow, she was alarmed for the consequences of his hearing the conduct of Bridgenorth that morning, and was particularly desirous that he should not learn it save from herself in private, and after due preparation.

But the Countess's error led to a more precipitate disclosure.
"That pretty girl, madam," answered Sir Geoffrey, "is none of ours--I wish she were.

She belongs to a neighbour hard by--a good man, and, to say truth, a good neighbour--though he was carried off from his allegiance in the late times by a d--d Presbyterian scoundrel, who calls himself a parson, and whom I hope to fetch down from his perch presently, with a wannion to him! He has been cock of the roost long enough .-- There are rods in pickle to switch the Geneva cloak with, I can tell the sour-faced rogues that much.

But this child is the daughter of Bridgenorth--neighbour Bridgenorth, of Moultrassie Hall." "Bridgenorth ?" said the Countess; "I thought I had known all the honourable names in Derbyshire--I remember nothing of Bridgenorth .-- But stay--was there not a sequestrator and committeeman of that name?
Sure, it cannot be he ?" Peveril took some shame to himself, as he replied, "It is the very man whom your ladyship means, and you may conceive the reluctance with which I submitted to receive good offices from one of his kidney; but had I not done so, I should have scarce known how to find a roof to cover Dame Margaret's head." The Countess, as he spoke, raised the child gently from her lap, and placed it upon the carpet, though little Alice showed a disinclination to the change of place, which the lady of Derby and Man would certainly have indulged in a child of patrician descent and loyal parentage.
"I blame you not," she said; "no one knows what temptation will bring us down to.

Yet I _did_ think Peveril of the Peak would have resided in its deepest cavern, sooner than owed an obligation to a regicide." "Nay, madam," answered the Knight, "my neighbour is bad enough, but not so bad as you would make him; he is but a Presbyterian--that I must confess--but not an Independent." "A variety of the same monster," said the Countess, "who hallooed while the others hunted, and bound the victim whom the Independents massacred.
Betwixt such sects I prefer the Independents.