You should get her a satisfactory home as son as you can--it would ease your mind; and, after all, as she knows no one here, she is bound to behave herself until you can come to her help." "She would behave herself, as you call it," says the professor angrily, "any and every where.

She is a lady.

She has been well brought up.

I am her guardian, she will do nothing without _my_ permission!" _Won't she!_ A sound, outside the door, strikes on the ears of both men at this moment.

It is a most peculiar sound, as it were the rattle of beads against wood.
"What's that ?" says Hardinge.