As it was, she stopped suddenly and retreated a step or two, saying, as she did so: "This must be some mistake.

Who are you ?" "Helen!" "Reilly! oh, that voice has set all right.

But, my God, who could know you--in this disguise ?" They approached, and Reilly, seizing her hand, said, "I will shake hands with you; but until this disguise is off I would consider it sacrilege to approach nearer to your person." "No disguise can ever shut you out from my heart, dear Reilly; but what is to be done?
I have discovered, by one of my maids, who overheard my father say, in a short soliloquy--'Well, thank God, she'll be Sir Robert's wife within a month, and then my mind will be easy at last.' Oh! I'm glad you did not leave this country.

But, as I said, what is to be done?
What will become of us ?" "Under our peculiar circumstances," replied Reilly, "the question cannot, for the present at least, be answered.

As for leaving the country, I might easily have done it, but I could not think of leaving you to the snares and windings of that villain.