There was even a certain dreary pleasure in feeling that I was going to save the Lord and Lady St.Leger from that disgrace.

It was not right the old should suffer and be afraid.
At last I put the letter inside my bodice and returned to the house.

I got upstairs unobserved and put it away in the tall, spindle-legged Sheraton desk which has held all my girlish treasures.

I was going to destroy the two letters from Anthony Cardew presently.

Then the old life would be done with indeed.
"Bless me, child," said my grandmother, coming in on me as I closed the desk, "what a colour you have! I have not seen you look so well this many a day.