My father it was, certainly, who discharged my last maid, Ellen Connor, because, he said, he did not like her, and because, he added, he would put a better and a more trustworthy one in her place.
I cannot move that she is not either with me or after me; nay, I cannot write a note that she does not immediately acquaint papa, who is certain to stroll into my apartment and ask to see the contents of it, adding, 'Helen, when a young lady of rank and property forms a clandestine and disgraceful attachment it is time that her father should be on the lookout; so I will just take the liberty of throwing my eye over this little billet-doux.' I told him often that he was at liberty to inspect every line I should write, but that I thought that very few parents would express such want of confidence in their daughters, if, like me, the latter had deserved such confidence at their hands as I did at his." "What is the name of your present maid ?" asked Reilly, musing.
"Oh," replied Miss Folliard, "I have three maids altogether, but she has been installed as own maid.

Her name is Eliza Herbert." "A native of England, is she not?
Eliza Herbert!" he exclaimed; "in the lowermost depths of perdition there is not such a villain.

This Eliza Herbert is neither more nor less than one of his--but I will not pain your pure and delicate mind by mentioning at further length what she is and was to him.

The clergyman of the parish, Mr.Brown, knows the whole circumstances.

See him at church, and get him to communicate them to your father.