He still thinks I shall be persuaded to alter my plans.

That night you came to Hanover Street and found me away, he took me to see a lady who works among the poor in Clerkenwell; she knew me by name, because Mr.Percival had given her money from me to use, but we'd never seen each other till then.

He wants me to ask her opinion about Jane.' 'Has he spoken of her to the lady, do you think ?' 'Oh no!' replied the other, with perfect confidence.

'He has promised me to keep all that a secret as long as I wish.

The lady--her name is Miss Lant--seemed all that my friend said she was, and perhaps Jane might do well to make her acquaintance some day; but that mustn't be till Jane knows and approves the purpose of my life and hers.