The trouble in her face was manifest.
"Mother," she said, slowly, "I wish that you were not going.

I wish that you would have nothing whatever to do with Sir Leslie Borrowdean." "Good Heavens!--and why not ?" the woman exclaimed, suddenly sitting up.
"I believe that he only asked you because he has an idea that you can tell him--something he wants to know about Mr.Mannering," the girl answered, steadily.

"I don't think that you ought to go!" "Rubbish!" her mother answered, crossly.

"I don't believe that he has such an idea in his head.

As though he couldn't ask me for the sake of my company.