It was so safe.

But when I say so to her, she only smiles in a patronising kind of way, and tells me that I shall have as much of Newport as I want; just as though I were a child, and not a woman of twenty-five.

Poor Maude! I can't stay with her if she marries Mr.Ratcliffe, and it would break my heart to leave her with that man.

Do you think he would beat her?
Does he drink?
I would almost rather be beaten a little, if I cared for a man, than be taken out to Peonia.

Oh, Mr.Carrington! you are our only hope.