She took up the knife once more, and went on cleaning it as industriously as ever.
"I mustn't tell you," she resumed, with her head down over the knife.
"I have promised not to tell anybody.

That's the truth.

Forget all about it, sir, as soon as you can.

Hush! here's the spy who saw us last night on the walk and who told Silas!" Dreary Miss Meadowcroft opened the kitchen door.

She carried an ostentatiously large Prayer-Book; and she looked at Naomi as only a jealous woman of middle age _can_ look at a younger and prettier woman than herself.
"Prayers, Miss Colebrook," she said in her sourest manner.