My great object, of course, is at all times to spare him any domestic annoyance." She began pulling off her gloves, a new pair and tight.

Her hands were moist and the glove-fingers stuck, rendering their removal lengthy and difficult.
"To-morrow I shall have a thorough explanation with Miss Damaris and decide what action it is my duty to take after hearing her version of the events of this afternoon.

I should prefer speaking to her to-night--" "Miss Damaris isn't fit to talk about anything to-night." Theresa pulled at the right-hand glove--the kid gave with a little shriek, the thumb splitting out.

She was in a state of acute indecision.
Could she retire from this contest without endangering her authority, without loss of prestige, or must she insist?
She had no real wish to hasten to her ex-pupil's bedside.

She would be glad to put off doing so, glad to wait.