I hate hurting a woman's feelings, Betteredge! Tell the poor creature what I told you to tell her.

And if she wants to speak to me--I don't care whether I get into a scrape or not--send her to me in the library." With those kind words he laid down the cue and left me.
Inquiry at the servants' offices informed me that Rosanna had retired to her own room.

She had declined all offers of assistance with thanks, and had only asked to be left to rest in quiet.

Here, therefore, was an end of any confession on her part (supposing she really had a confession to make) for that night.

I reported the result to Mr.Franklin, who, thereupon, left the library, and went up to bed.
I was putting the lights out, and making the windows fast, when Samuel came in with news of the two guests whom I had left in my room.
The argument about the white moss rose had apparently come to an end at last.