It went to my heart to see how her poor hand trembled--the hand that had loaded her old servant with benefits; the hand that, I pray God, may take mine, when my time comes, and I leave my place for ever! "I had hoped," said my lady, very slowly and quietly, "to have recompensed your services, and to have parted with you without Miss Verinder's name having been openly mentioned between us as it has been mentioned now.

My nephew has probably said something of this, before you came into my room ?" "Mr.Blake gave his message, my lady.

And I gave Mr.Blake a reason----" "It is needless to tell me your reason.

After what you have just said, you know as well as I do that you have gone too far to go back.

I owe it to myself, and I owe it to my child, to insist on your remaining here, and to insist on your speaking out." The Sergeant looked at his watch.
"If there had been time, my lady," he answered, "I should have preferred writing my report, instead of communicating it by word of mouth.