When she looked up, the flush that had covered her face had gone.

It was very pale, instead.

Rising from her chair, she bowed formally, and without saying a word, withdrew.
"Ah me! Isn't it sad ?" murmured Mrs.Markle, as she heard the street door close upon her visitor.

"So much that is agreeable and excellent, all dimmed by the want of principle.

It seems hardly credible that a woman, with every thing she needs, could act dishonestly for so small a matter.