It robbed the calamity of something of its supernatural and horrible abruptness; it prevented that monotony of object which is to the mind what it is to the eye, and prepared the faculty for those mesmeric illusions that derange its sense.
Cousin Monica, I am sure, cheered me wonderfully.

I grow to love her more and more, as I think of all her trouble, care, and kindness.
I had not forgotten my promise to dear papa about the key, concerning which he had evinced so great an anxiety.

It was found in the pocket where he had desired me to remember he always kept it, except when it was placed, while he slept, under his pillow.
'And so, my dear, that wicked woman was actually found picking the lock of your poor papa's desk.

I _wonder_ he did not punish her--you know that is _burglary_.' 'Well, Lady Knollys, you know she is gone, and so I care no more about her--that is, I mean, I need not fear her.' 'No, my dear, but you must call me Monica--do you mind--I'm your cousin, and you call me Monica, unless you wish to vex me.

No, of course, you need not be afraid of her.