The sergeant listened in grave silence.
"I am glad it is so," he said, after a pause.

"I have misjudged the squire, and I am glad of it.

It will be a blow to me to lose the child.
I do not pretend that it won't; but it is for her good, and I must be content.

He can hardly object to my seeing her sometimes, and if I know that she is well and happy, that is all I care for; and now the sooner it's over the better.

Can she come up this evening ?" "Surely she can," John Petersham said.