It was a pleasant surprise to find Miss Atherton here, and she has been making me happy by talking to me about Percy." "Mr Jeffreys," said the lady, "allow me to say I do not believe you." "Auntie!" exclaimed Raby, firing up in a manner unusual to her; "it is true.

Mr Jeffreys always tells the truth!" "Raby, my dear, you had better leave the room." "No, auntie!" exclaimed the girl.

"You have no right to charge Mr Jeffreys with saying what is not true.

It's not fair--it's wrong--it's wicked!" "You forget, my dear, of all persons you should not address me like this." "No," said the girl, going to the door, which Jeffreys opened for her.
"I don't forget, and I shall not forget.

You have no right to say it.
I wish father was home again, and would take me away!" In the midst of his own indignation, Jeffreys could not help admiring this outbreak of righteous indignation on the part of the spirited girl.
Mrs Rimbolt little guessed how much she herself was doing to defeat her own ends.
"Mr Jeffreys," said she, after Raby had gone, "after our interview last week, your conduct is both disgraceful and dishonourable.