His eyes had such a strange look, and were fixed upon her so stedfastly that Rebecca Sharp began almost to tremble.

Then she half promises, talks about the dear children, and angles with the old man.

"I tell you I want you," he says; "I'm going back to the vuneral, will you come back ?--yes or no ?" "I daren't.

I don't think--it wouldn't be right--to be alone--with you, sir," Becky said, seemingly in great agitation.
"I say again, I want you.

I can't get on without you.