23/33 There was no help for it but to rouse my courage, and tell him frankly what I had it in my mind to do. He turned to Benjamin, with distress as well as surprise in his face, when I had done. "The poor thing's troubles have turned her brain!" "I thought you would disapprove of it, sir," said Benjamin, in his mild and moderate way. "I confess I disapprove of it myself." "'Disapprove of it' isn't the word," retorted the vicar. "Don't put it in that feeble way, if you please. |