He grows pale.

To "settle" his room! "Perpetua!" exclaims he, almost inarticulately, "you don't understand." "I do indeed," returns she brightly.

"I've often settled papa's den.
What! do you think me only a silly useless creature?
You shall see! I'll settle _you_ too, by and by." She smiles at him gaily, with the most charming innocence, but oh! what awful probabilities lie within her words.

_Settle him!_ "Do you know I've heard people talking about you at Mrs.Constans'," says she.

She smiles and nods at him.