"Though you have engaged not to come near the Hall, I have made no promise to keep away from the parsonage." With those words she went into the house.
The quadroon maid, Josephine, was sitting with me in the rumble of the carriage, and I saw a smile on her tawny face as the parson and his visitor went into the house together.

Harmless as Mr.Meeke was, and innocent of all wrong as I knew my mistress to be, I regretted that she should be so rash as to despise appearances, considering the situation she was placed in.

She had already exposed herself to be thought of disrespectfully by her own maid, and it was hard to say what worse consequences might not happen after that.
Half an hour later we were away on our journey.

My mistress stayed in London two months.

Throughout all that long time no letter from my master was forwarded to her from the country house..