Oh, let me run--let me run." The child's terror was so uncontrollable that there was nothing for it but to yield; and she fled.
"Titia! Titia!" called out her father.

"Christian, what is the matter?
What was my little girl crying for ?" There was no avoiding the domestic catastrophe, even had Christian wished to avoid it, which she did not.

She felt it was a case in which concealment was impossible--wrong.

Dr.Grey ought to be told, and Miss Gascoigne likewise.
"Your little girl has been very naughty, papa; but others have been more to blame than she.

Come with me--will you come too, Aunt Henrietta ?--and I will tell you all about it." She did so, as briefly as she could, and in telling it she discovered one fact--which she passed over, and yet it made her glad--that Dr.Grey, like herself, had been kept wholly in the dark about the engagement of Miss Bennett as governess.
"I meant to have told you today, though, after I had given her sufficient trial," said Miss Gascoigne, sullenly; "I had with her the best of recommendations, and I do not believe one word of all this story--that is," waking up to the full meaning of what she was saying, "not without the most conclusive evidence." "Evidence," repeated Dr.Grey.