It was too dreadful.
"What _am_ I to do ?" I cried.
"Of course you must beg Mrs.Gregson's pardon, and tell her that you are both sorry and ashamed." "Yes, yes, papa.

Do let me go with you." "It's too late to find her up, I'm afraid; but we can just go and see.

We've done a wrong, a very grievous wrong, my boy, and I cannot rest till I at least know the consequences of it." He put on his long greatcoat and muffler in haste, and having seen that I too was properly wrapped up, he opened the door and stepped out.

But remembering the promise he had made to Davie, he turned and went down to the nursery to speak to him again, while I awaited him on the doorsteps.

It would have been quite dark but for the stars, and there was no snow to give back any of their shine.