Yes--there we are; there _I_ am at least in my naked monstrosity." He stopped and looked at her till she might have been almost frightened.

"Don't let her come.

Tell her not to.

I've tried to prevent it, but she suspects." The poor woman wondered.

"Suspects ?" "Well, I drew it, in writing to her, on reflexion, as mild as I could--having been visited in the watches of the night by the instinct of what might happen.