Rachel had said, in passing her, that she was about to visit her father.
"And she came ?" observed Mr.Verner, turning to Matthew Frost, as Nancy was dismissed.
"She came, sir," replied the old man, who was having an incessant battle with himself for calmness; for it was not there, in the presence of others, that he would willingly indulge his grief.

"I saw that she had been fretting.

Her eyes were as red as ferrets'; and I taxed her with it.

She was for turning it off at first, but I pressed for the cause, and she then said she had been scolded by her mistress." "By me!" exclaimed Mrs.Verner, lifting her head in surprise.

"I had not scolded her." But as she spoke she caught the eye of her son John, and she remembered the little scene of the afternoon.
"I recollect now," she resumed.