You pain me." "Oh, Norman, Norman," she cried, "what will they think of me--what will they say--your servants, your friends ?" "We must not trouble about that," said Norman; "we must not pause to consider what the world will say.

We must do what we think is right." He took out his watch and looked at it.
"It is eight o'clock," he said; "we shall have time to drive to Winiston to-night." There was a world of sorrowful reproach in the blue eyes raised to his.
"I understand," she said, quietly; "you do not wish that the daughter of a felon should sleep, even for one night, under your roof." "You pain me and you pain yourself; but it is, if you will bear the truth, my poor Madaline, just as you say.

Even for these ancient walls I have such reverence." "Since my presence dishonors them," she said, quietly, "I will go.
Heaven will judge between us, Norman.

I say that you are wrong.

If I am to leave your house, I should like to go at once.