You are sadly prejudiced against the Wests." "And you in their favour," she could not help saying.

"But I shall ever be thankful for one thing--that you have escaped Sibylla." Was he thankful for it?
Scarcely, while that pained heart of his, those coursing pulses, could beat on in this tumultuous manner at the bare sound of her name.
In the silence that ensued--for neither felt inclined to break it--they heard a voice in the hall below, inquiring whether Mr.Verner was within.

Lionel recognised it as Tynn's.
"For all I know he is," answered old Catherine.

"I saw him a few minutes agone in the court out there, a-talking to the doctor." "Will you please ask if I can speak to him." Lionel did not wait further, but descended to the hall.

The butler, in his deep mourning, had taken his seat on the bench.