She would look at him with her candid eyes, and express her honest regret that he had deceived her, but he was certain that she would not accept a penny of payment at his hands for anything she had done for him,--her simple familiar manner and way of speech would change--and he should lose her--lose her altogether.

And he was nervously afraid just now to think of what her loss might mean to him.
He mastered his thoughts by an effort, and presently, forcing a smile, said: "You were ironing lace this morning, instead of mending it, weren't you, Mary ?" She looked up quickly.
"No, I wasn't ironing lace--lace must never be ironed, David! It must all be pulled out carefully with the fingers, and the pattern must be pricked out on a frame or a cushion, with fine steel pins, just as if it were in the making.

I was ironing a beautiful muslin gown for a lady who buys all her washing dresses in Paris.

She couldn't get any one in England to wash them properly till she found me.

She used to send them all away to a woman in Brittany before.