Nelly Dean is lodged, at this minute, in your room.

You can tell her to flit, when you go up; here is the key.

The bog-water got into her head, and she would have run home quite flighty; but I fixed her till she came round to her senses.

You can bid her go to the Grange at once, if she be able, and carry a message from me, that her young lady will follow in time to attend the squire's funeral."' 'Mr.Edgar is not dead ?' I gasped.

'Oh! Zillah, Zillah!' 'No, no; sit you down, my good mistress,' she replied; 'you're right sickly yet.