Influence she might always have; and respect and affection will, I trust, never be wanting." Dr.Grey spoke very kindly, and held out his hand, but Miss Gascoigne threw it angrily aside; and then, breaking through even the unconscious restraint in which most women, even the most violent, are held by the presence of a man, and especially such a man as the master, she burst out--this poor passionate woman, cursed with that terrible pre- dominance of self which in men is ugly enough, in women absolutely hateful-- "Never! Keep your hypocrisies to yourself, and your wife too--the greatest hypocrite I know.

But she can not deceive me.

Maria"-- and she rushed at luckless Aunt Maria, who that instant, knitting in hand, was quietly entering the room--"come here, Maria, and be a witness to what your brother is doing.

He is turning me out of his house--me, who, since my poor sister died, have been like a mother to his children.
He is taking them from me, and giving them over to that woman--that bad, low, cunning woman!" "Stop!" cried Dr.Grey.

"One word more like that, and I _will_ turn you out of my house--ay, this very night!" There was a dead pause.