She did not answer, and again there was silence for a time, during which Mary kept walking about the room, her hands clasped behind her, the fingers interlaced, and twisted with a strain almost fierce.
"There's no time! there's no time!" she cried at length.

"How are we to find out?
And if we knew all about it, what could we do?
O Letty! what _am_ I to do ?" "Anyhow, Mary dear, _you_ can't be to blame! One would think you fancied yourself accountable for Cousin Godfrey!" "I _am_ accountable for him.

He has done more for me than any man but my father; and I know what he does not know, and what the ignorance of will be his ruin.

I know that one of the best men in the world"-- so in her agony she called him--"is in danger of being married by one of the worst women; and I can't bear it--I can't bear it!" "But what can you do, Mary ?" "That's what I want to know," returned Mary, with irritation.

"What _am_ I to do?
What _am_ I to do ?" "If he's in love with her, he wouldn't believe a word any one--even you--told him against her." "That is true, I suppose; but it won't clear me.