Mrs.Linley shall know more than you think for, and shall know it to-morrow; not from you, but from me." Mrs.Presty shook her head compassionately.

"My good sir, surely you know me too well to think that I am to be disposed of in that easy way?
Must I remind you that your wife's mother has 'the cunning of the devil' ?" Linley recognized his own words.

"So you were listening among the trees!" he said.
"Yes; I was listening; and I have only to regret that I didn't hear more.

Let us return to our subject.

I don't trust my daughter's interests--my much-injured daughter's interests--in your hands.