Mr.Philip was obliged to remind me that time was of importance, and that I had better give myself up immediately, on the merciful terms which his kindness offered to me.
I acknowledged that, and wished him good morning.

But a mist seemed to come over my eyes as I turned round to go away--a mist that prevented me from finding my way to the door.

Mr.Philip opened it for me, and said a friendly word or two which I could hardly hear.

The man waiting outside took me to his companion in the carriage at the door, and I was driven away, a prisoner for the first time in my life.
On our way to the justice's, what little thinking faculty I had left in me was all occupied in the attempt to trace a motive for the inconceivable treachery and falsehood of which Josephine had been guilty.
Her words, her looks, and her manner, on that unfortunate day when my mistress so far forget herself as to strike, her, came back dimly to my memory, and led to the inference that part of the motive, at least, of which I was in search, might be referred to what had happened on that occasion.

But was this the only reason for her devilish vengeance against my mistress?
And, even if it were so, what fancied injuries had I done her?
Why should I be included in the false accusation?
In the dazed state of my faculties at that time, I was quite incapable of seeking the answer to these questions.