What did it matter to a man who must, under any circumstances, be permanently miserable?
Sir Hugh was not yet at Clavering.

He was to come with Lord Ongar on the eve of the partridge-shooting.

The two sisters, therefore, had the house all to themselves.

At about twelve they sat down to breakfast together in a little upstairs chamber adjoining Lady Clavering's own room, Julia Brabazon at that time having her lover's generous letter in her pocket.
She knew that it was as improper as it was generous, and that, moreover, it was very dangerous.

There was no knowing what might be the result of such a letter should Lord Ongar even know that she had received it.