_You_, who at one word from me, were willing to turn her out of her own home, to live in a wretched little villa at your very door.
Don't interrupt me," said Sarah, stamping, "and say you weren't willing.

You told her so.

I meant you to tell her, and yet--I could have killed you, Peter, when I heard her sweet voice faltering out to me, that she would be ready and glad to give up her place to her boy's wife, whenever the time should come." "_She_ told you ?" cried Peter.
"But she didn't say you'd asked her," cried Sarah, scornfully.

"_I_ knew it, but she never guessed I did.

She was only gently smoothing away, as she hoped, the difficulties that lay in the path to _your_ happiness.