Who was this Mr.Richards who passed for an invalid, and who was no invalid?
Why was he shut up here, where no one could see him, and why was all this mystery?
Rose thought of "Jane Eyre" and Mr.
Rochester's wife, but Mr.Richards could not be mad or they never would trust him out alone at night.

What, too, would her father say to her to-morrow?
She quailed a little at the thought; she had never seen her indulgent father out of temper in her life.

He took the most disagreeable contre-temps with imperturbable good-humour, but how would he take this?
"I should not like to offend papa," thought Rose, uneasily.

"He is very good to me, and does everything I ask him.

I do hope he won't be angry.
I almost wish I had not gone!" There was no sleep for her that night.