It would ruin my prospects for becoming Mrs.Dr.Richards sure, and allow me to say they are not inconsiderable." "What does she mean?
What letter?
Who is Dr.Richards ?" Hugh asked, his face a purplish red, and contrasting strikingly with the one of ashen hue still resting on his shoulder.
Mrs.Worthington explained as well as she could, and Hugh went on: "Old Mrs.Richards would, of course, question Adah, and as Adah has some foolish scruples about the truth, she would be very apt to let the cat out of the bag.
"We left Saratoga a week ago--old lady Richards wanted to go to Terrace Hill a while and show me to Anna, who, it seems, is a kind of family oracle.

After counting the little gold eagles in my purse, I said perhaps I'd go for a few days, though I dreaded it terribly, for the doctor had not yet bound himself fast, and I did not know what the result of those three old maid sisters, sitting on me, would be.

Old lady was quite happy in prospect of going home, when one day a letter came from Anna.

I happened to have a headache, and was lying on madam's bed, when the dinner bell happened to ring.

I just peeped into the letter, feeling like stealing sheep, but being amply rewarded by the insight I obtained into the family secrets.
"They are poorer than I supposed, but that does not matter, position is what I want, and that they can give me.