You have got something on your mind.

I'm your friend--and I'll stand your friend, even if you have done wrong.

Make a clean breast of it, Rosanna--make a clean breast of it!" The time had been, when my speaking to her in that way would have brought the tears into her eyes.

I could see no change in them now.
"Yes," she said, "I'll make a clean breast of it." "To my lady ?" I asked.
"No." "To Mr.Franklin ?" "Yes; to Mr.Franklin." I hardly knew what to say to that.

She was in no condition to understand the caution against speaking to him in private, which Mr.Franklin had directed me to give her.