She felt ready to cry; and nothing could have been more womanish than her tone.
He bent across to her.

Miss Raeburn, invaded by a new and intolerable sense of calamity, could have beaten him for what she read in his shining eyes, and in the flush on his usually pale cheek.
"Is he still out of work ?" he said.

"And you are unhappy about it?
But I am sure we can find him work: I am just now planning improvements at the north end of the park.

We can take him on; I am certain of it.

You must give me his full name and address." "And let him beware of Westall," said Lord Maxwell, kindly.