"But that's past praying," she ended, sighing again most woefully.

"Yet I have been of some service to you." "I thank you for it most heartily," said I, still stiff and cold.
"And I was very wrong to-day.

Simon, it was on her account." "What ?" I cried.

"Did Mistress Quinton bid you put your head out and jest with the fellows on the pavement ?" "She did not bid me; but I did it because she was there." I looked up at her; it was a rare thing with her, but she would not meet my glance.

I looked down again.
"It was always the same between her and me," murmured Nell.