Then Miss Gwynne led him out into the passage, and seeing from his angry face the state of the case, instantly said,-- 'It was I who had her brought here, Mr Prothero; and by-and-by I will get her sent back to her parish, but until she is better we must take care of her.' At these words from the all-powerful Miss Gwynne, Mr Prothero was fain to put such check upon his rising choler as the shortness of the notice would allow.

He could not, however, fully restrain the whole of the invective that had been upon his lips a short time before.
'No offence, Miss Gwynne?
but 'pon my soul, I'm sick to death of my missus's pensioners and paupers, and I'm determined to have no more of 'em.

You may do as you please, miss, at your own house, and I'll do as I please in mine.' Here Rowland popped his head out of a neighbouring bedroom 'Father, Miss Gwynne is taking upon herself a risk and encumbrance that should be wholly my mother's.

She has nothing to do with the girl, beyond showing her great kindness.' 'Really, Mr Rowland Prothero,' began Miss Gwynne, drawing herself up to her fullest height, 'I wish you would allow me to manage my own affairs.' 'Yes, yes, Rowland.

What, name o' goodness, have you to do with Miss Gwynne?
I'm ashamed of the boy.