She could not doubt the evidence, but from her face it was clear that she took no severe view of the offence.
"Well, at the worst," she said, "men, as I have known them, are men.

He has been shut up for a long while with that minx, who is very fair and witching, and it was scarcely right to watch him through a slit in a tower.

If he were my lover, I should say nothing about it." "I will say nothing to him about that or any other matter," replied Margaret sternly.

"I have done with Peter Brome." Again Betty thought, and spoke.
"I seem to see a trick.

Cousin Margaret, they told you he was dead, did they not?
And then that news came to us that he was not dead, only sick, and here.