I shall not beat or swear at her as I was wont to do with my women in time past.

You will be afraid, perhaps; but you must stay with me." She was standing by the fire with the letter held almost at arm's length in her finger-tips, when the woman entered, who, seeing her face, turned pale, and casting her eyes upon the letter, paler still, and began to shake.
"You have attended mistresses of other ways than mine," her lady said in her slow, clear voice, which seemed to cut as knives do.

"Some fool and madman has bribed you to serve him.

You cannot serve me also.

Come hither and put this in the fire.