One thing I beg you to promise me--that you will tell her you have changed your mind about going to London.

Let the Tyrrells go, and stay you with me--oh, stay with me! I want you so badly; and, now that I have once spoken, I will trust you with everything--all my wickedness and weakness, all my troubles and difficulties." She spoke entreatingly, and her tears fell over my hands as she kissed them.
"I will stay," I said; and the sun began to dance on the walls, it seemed.

"I will help you all I can; and, oh, how glad I shall be to let the Tyrrells go without me!" And then I went down-stairs.
I found my dear old lady looking very sad and worn and anxious.

I threw myself into her arms and sobbed on her neck.
"What is this, my love ?" she said.

"Is it a mistake, after all?
And whose is the fault?
Is it yours, or is it John's ?" "Mine--mine," I cried.