Indeed, if she could have been spoiled, I should have spoiled her long ago, but she could not.

Ah, no! Sweet little Lily!' Then quite firmly but gently Parson Walsingham went on:-- 'Now, the doctors say she mustn't be agitated, and I can't allow it, Captain Devereux.

I gave her your message--let me see--why 'tis four, ay, five months ago.

I gave it with a good will, for I thought well of you.' 'And you don't any longer--there, 'tis all out,' broke in Devereux, fiercely.
'Well, you know her answer; it was not lightly given, nor in haste, and first and last 'twas quite decided, and I sent it to you under my own hand.' 'I thought you were a friend to me, Dr.Walsingham, and now I'm sure you're none,' said the young fellow, in the same bitter tone.
'Ah, Captain Devereux, he can be no friend to you who is a friend to your faults; and you no friend to yourself if you be an enemy to him that would tell you of them.

Will you like him the worse that would have you better ?' 'We've _all_ faults, Sir; mine are not the worst, and I'll have neither shrift nor absolution.