Don't think such a thing as that of me." "I don't, Charlotte.

I don't think of Charlotte Sandal and of any thing underhand at the same time.

I'm a bit troubled and out of sorts this morning, my dear." She kissed him affectionately for answer.

She not only divined what a trial Julius had become, but she knew also that his heart was troubled in far greater depths than Julius had any power to stir.

Harry Sandal was really at the root of every bitter moment.