Besides, how do you know that Hetty isn't floating at the present moment in some starlit mill-pond, with lovely water-lilies round her, like Ophelia ?" "I can't bear this, Harry! You mock at everything, and then suggest the most serious tragedies.

I am sorry I told you now.

I don't care what you say to me.

I know I was right in acting as I did.

Poor Hetty! As I rode past the farm this morning, I saw her white face at the window, like a spray of jasmine.