This is a plot--for what final object, God knows--between you and him! I should be doing my duty were I to expose you both to the public scorn you deserve." "Now I am clear!" said Mary to herself, but aloud, and stood erect, with glowing face and eyes of indignation: "Then why not do your duty, Mr.Wardour?
I should be glad of anything that would open your eyes.
But Miss Yolland will never give Mr.Redmain such an opportunity.

Nor does he desire it, for he might have had it long ago, by the criminal prosecution of a friend of hers.

For my part, I should be sorry to see her brought to public shame." "Leave the house!" said Godfrey through his teeth, and almost under his breath.
"I am sorry it is so hard to distinguish between truth and falsehood," said Mary, as she went to the door.
She walked out, got into the fly, and drove home; went into the shop, and served the rest of the morning; but in the afternoon was obliged to lie down, and did not appear again for three days.
The reception she had met with did not much surprise her: plainly Sepia had been before her.

She had pretended to make Godfrey her confidant, had invented, dressed, and poured out injuries to him, and so blocked up the way to all testimony unfavorable to her.

Was there ever man in more pitiable position?
It added to Godfrey's rage that he had not a doubt Mary knew what had passed between Letty and him.