I'll give him a lecture when I next catch him," and she shook her fist comically in the air, to the intense wonderment of Miss Spight, who was crossing the road.
"But, mind, I didn't tell you so, Miss Pimpernell.

Don't tell him that I repeated what he said ?" "Stuff and nonsense," she said.

"Why, he'll tell everybody he meets the news in confidence, just the same as he did you.

I'll give him a good wigging, I tell you! Mr Mawley is not going to be married in a hurry; and if he is, not to the young person you think, Master Frank." "I did not mention anybody, Miss Pimpernell," I said, in confusion; for, her keen black eyes seemed to penetrate into my very heart, and search out my secret fears.
She looked very sagacious.
"Ah! Frank, you did not _say_ anything; but your looks betrayed you.
So _that's_ the reason why the report of the curate's marriage affected you so, is it?
But you needn't blush, my dear boy! You need not blush! _I_ will not tell tales out of school; so you may set your mind at rest.

It is not, however, as you think, Frank.