'You have not told me all.

Did she speak of me?
Let me see the note,' and he held his hand for it.
For a moment Mrs.Crawford hesitated, but as he grew more and more persistent she suffered him to take it, and then watched him as he read it, white the veins on his forehead began to swell until they stood out like a dark blue net-work against his otherwise pallid face.
'Yes,' he snapped between his white teeth.

'I did ask her to be my wife, and she refused, and with her soft, kittenish ways made me more in love with her than ever, and more her dupe.

I never suspected Harold, and when I told him of my disappointment, for I never kept a thing from him--traitor that he was--he laughed at me for losing my heart to my housekeeper's daughter! I, who, he said, might marry the greatest lady in the land.

I could have knocked him down for his sneer at Amy, and I wish now I had, the wretch! He will not marry your daughter, madam; and if he does not I will kill him!' He was certainly mad, and Mrs.Crawford shrank away from him an from something dangerous, and going to her room took her bed in a fit of frightful hysterics.