"I have recovered my health at Sandyseal," she said.

"I like the place, and I am sorry to leave it." "Give me the shop windows, the streets, the life, the racket, and the smoke of London," cried Mrs.Presty.

"Thank Heaven, these rooms are let over our heads, and out we must go, whether we like it or not." This expression of gratitude was followed by a knock at the door, and by a voice outside asking leave to come in, which was, beyond all doubt, the voice of Randal Linley.

With Catherine's book still in her possession, Mrs.Presty opened the table-drawer, threw it in, and closed the drawer with a bang.

Discovering the two ladies, Randal stopped in the doorway, and stared at them in astonishment.
"Didn't you expect to see us ?" Mrs.Presty inquired.
"I heard you were here, from our friend Sarrazin," Randal said; "but I expected to see Captain Bennydeck.