There! don't say a word.

I want no advice on _such_ things.

Go along, and send Mewks." With all his suspicion of the man, Mr.Redmain did not suspect _how_ false Mewks was: he did not know that Miss Yolland had bewitched him for the sake of having an ally in the enemy's camp.

All he could hear--and the dressing-room door was handy--the fellow duly reported to her.

Already, instructed by her fears, she had almost divined what Mr.
Redmain meant to do.
Mary went and sat on the lowest step of the stair just outside the room.
"What are you doing there ?" said Lady Margaret, coming from the corridor.
"Mr.Redmain will not have me go yet, my lady," answered Mary, rising.
"I must wait first till he sends for me." Lady Margaret swept past her, murmuring, "Most peculiar!" Mary sat down again.
In about an hour, Mewks came and said his master wanted her.
He was very ill, and could not talk, but he would not let her go.