Implicitly upon all occasions she took her husband's word for anything he stated, and she did not consequently imagine him to be at Steignton.

So, then, she had no thought of running down from London to hunt and confound him, as at first it appeared.

The presence of that white-faced Morsfield vindicated her sufficiently so far.

And let that fellow hang till the time for cutting him down! Not she, but Pagnell, seems to have been the responsible party.

And, by the way, one might prick the affair with Morsfield by telling him publicly that his visit to inspect Steignton was waste of pains, for he would not be accepted as a tenant in the kennels, et caetera.
Well, poor girl, she satisfied her curiosity, not aware that a few weeks farther on would have done it to the full.
As to Morsfield, never once, either in Vienna or in Paris, had she, warmly admired though she was, all eyes telescoping and sun-glassing on her, given her husband an hour or half an hour or two minutes of anxiety.