I won't say a word more about her ladyship, or about Miss Verinder--I'll only turn prophet, for once in a way, and for your sake.

I have warned you already that you haven't done with the Moonstone yet.

Very well.

Now I'll tell you, at parting, of three things which will happen in the future, and which, I believe, will force themselves on your attention, whether you like it or not." "Go on!" I said, quite unabashed, and just as airy as ever.
"First," said the Sergeant, "you will hear something from the Yollands--when the postman delivers Rosanna's letter at Cobb's Hole, on Monday next." If he had thrown a bucket of cold water over me, I doubt if I could have felt it much more unpleasantly than I felt those words.

Miss Rachel's assertion of her innocence had left Rosanna's conduct--the making the new nightgown, the hiding the smeared nightgown, and all the rest of it--entirely without explanation.