It is a delightful thing to think that I shall be able to disabuse poor Helen's mind upon the subject; for, I give you my honor, it caused her the greatest distress, and excited her mind to a high pitch of indignation against you; but I shall set all to rights." "And now that the matter is settled, Mr.Folliard, we must have lunch.

I will give you a glass of Burgundy, which, I am sure, you will like." "With all my heart," replied the placable and hearty old squire; "after the agitation of the day a good glass of Burgundy will serve me certainly." Lunch was accordingly ordered, and the squire, after taking half a dozen bumpers of excellent wine, got into fine spirits, shook hands as cordially as ever with the baronet, and drove home completely relieved from the suspicions which he had entertained.
The squire, on his return home, immediately called for his daughter, but for some time to no purpose.

The old man began to get alarmed, and had not only Helen's room searched, but every room in the house.

At length a servant informed him that she was tending and arranging the green-house flowers in the garden.
"Oh, ay!" said he, after he had dismissed the servants, "Thank God--thank God! I will go out to the dear girl; for she is a dear girl, and it is a sin to suspect her.

I wish to heaven that that scoundrel Reilly would turn Protestant, and he should have her with all the veins of my heart.