After some little search, I found a folded paper, lodged on the lower branch of a shrub; I seized and brought it direct to Dr.John.This time, I believe not even Rosine saw me.
He instantly tore the billet into small pieces, without reading it.

"It is not in the least _her_ fault, you must remember," he said, looking at me.
"_Whose_ fault ?" I asked.

"_Who_ is it ?" "You don't yet know, then ?" "Not in the least." "Have you no guess ?" "None." "If I knew you better, I might be tempted to risk some confidence, and thus secure you as guardian over a most innocent and excellent, but somewhat inexperienced being." "As a duenna ?" I asked.
"Yes," said he abstractedly.

"What snares are round her!" he added, musingly: and now, certainly for the first time, he examined my face, anxious, doubtless, to see if any kindly expression there, would warrant him in recommending to my care and indulgence some ethereal creature, against whom powers of darkness were plotting.

I felt no particular vocation to undertake the surveillance of ethereal creatures; but recalling the scene at the bureau, it seemed to me that I owed _him_ a good turn: if I _could_ help him then I would, and it lay not with me to decide how.