Ha! ha!--oh! oh! oh!--ha! ha! ha!" And off she went into hysterics, and began to gulp and choke frightfully.
Her father cried for help in dismay.

In ran Harriet, saw, and screamed, but did not lose her head; this veracious person whipped a pair of scissors off the table, and cut the young lady's stay-laces directly.
Then there was a burst of imprisoned beauty; a deep, deep sigh of relief came from a bosom that would have done honor to Diana; and the scene soon concluded with fits of harmless weeping, renewed at intervals.
When it had settled down to this, her father, to soothe her, said he would write to Dr.Staines, and bring about a reconciliation, if she liked.
"No," said she, "you shall kill me sooner.

I should die of shame." She added, "Oh, pray, from this hour, never mention his name to me." And then she had another cry.
Mr.Lusignan was a sensible man: he dropped the subject for the present; but he made up his mind to one thing--that he would never part with Dr.
Staines as a physician.
Next day Rosa kept her own room until dinner-time, and was as unhappy as she deserved to be.

She spent her time in sewing on stiff flannel linings and crying.

She half hoped Christopher would write to her, so that she might write back that she forgave him.