Good-night, Cynthia; don't come to the door.
Good-night, Mr.Risley.Come and see me, Cynthia--do, dear." When Mrs.Norman Lloyd was gone, Risley looked at Cynthia with a long breath of relief, but she turned to him with seemingly no appreciation of it, and repeated her declaration which Mrs.Lloyd's coming had interrupted: "Lyman, I am going there to-night--this minute.

Will you go with me?
No, you must not go with me.

I am going!" She sprang to her feet.
"Sit down, Cynthia," said Risley.

"I tell you they were not harsh to her.

You don't seem to consider that they love the child--possibly better than you can--and would not in the nature of things be harsh to her under such circumstances.