"Mind one thing," she went on.

"Your uncle is to know nothing about it.

If you tell him, I will never speak to you again." Is this not extraordinary?
Whatever her dream may have been, it has evidently produced a strong impression on her.

I firmly believe she means to take him away with her to her own room, when the luncheon is over.

Dearest Cecilia, you must help me to stop this! I have never been trusted with her secrets; they may, for all I know, be innocent secrets enough, poor soul! But it is surely in the highest degree undesirable that she should take into her confidence a young man who is only an acquaintance of ours: she will either make herself ridiculous, or do something worse.