With a slight start, I saw him glance towards it; and then a gleam of malicious triumph lit up his countenance.

Looking over my shoulder, I beheld a shadow just retiring round the corner.
'That is Grimsby,' said he deliberately.

'He will report what he has seen to Huntingdon and all the rest, with such embellishments as he thinks proper.

He has no love for you, Mrs.Huntingdon--no reverence for your sex, no belief in virtue, no admiration for its image.

He will give such a version of this story as will leave no doubt at all about your character, in the minds of those who hear it.