Even then, she restrained herself so far as to let Miss Gascoigne tell the story.

She trusted--as she knew she could trust--to her husband's sense of justice and quick-sightedness, even through any amount of cloudy exaggeration.

When the examination came to an end, and Dr.Grey, sorely perplexed and troubled, looked toward his wife questioningly, all she said was a suggestion that both the children--for Letitia had watched the matter with eager curiosity from a corner--should be sent out of the room.
"Yes, yes, certainly Arthur, let go your mother's hand, and run up to the nursery." But Arthur's plaintive sobs began again.

"I can't go, papa--I daren't; Phillis will beat me!" "Is this true, Christian ?" "I am afraid it is.

Had not the children better wait in my room ?" This order given, and the door closed, Dr.Grey sat down with very piteous countenance.