I will try to cure myself." His tone was so quiet, so free from either ridicule or anger, that she grew more impatient still.
"Now pray do let me get out.

I can see Mr.Leigh's light burning still, as well as mamma's.

They must both be tired of waiting.

Why does your father always sit up for you, Maurice?
Is he afraid to trust you ?" "Lucia!" His tone was angry now, and silenced her.

In another minute they stopped at the gate of the cottage.
Mrs.Costello had heard the sound of their wheels, and instantly opened the door.