But the fact is, Mrs.Huntingdon, I have a disclosure to make, painful for me to offer as for you to hear; and I want you to give me a few minutes of your attention in private at any time and place you like to appoint.

It is from no selfish motive that I ask it, and not for any cause that could alarm your superhuman purity: therefore you need not kill me with that look of cold and pitiless disdain.

I know too well the feelings with which the bearers of bad tidings are commonly regarded not to--' 'What is this wonderful piece of intelligence ?' said I, impatiently interrupting him.

'If it is anything of real importance, speak it in three words before I go.' 'In three words I cannot.

Send those children away and stay with me.' 'No; keep your bad tidings to yourself.