I boto see Mr. Rocer on t: I ed to  feared to meet  of tarily expected  in t  of entering t ep in for a fees sometimes, and I  o visit it t day.

    But t as usual: noto interrupt t course of Adèle’s studies; only soon after breakfast, I le in ter’s c is, Joones. tions of “ a mercy master  burnt in  is alo keep a candle lit at nigial t o ter-jug!” “I o be  take cold he library sofa,” amp;c.

    to mucion succeeded a sound of scrubbing and setting to rigairs to dinner, I sa all ored to complete order; only tripped of its ood up in t, rubbing t to address o kno , on advancing, I sating on a co neains. t han Grace Poole.

    t, staid and taciturn-looking, as usual, in uff go on s seemed absorbed: on ures, ion one o see marking tenance of a empted murder, and im  nigo o perpetrate. I  art, no increase or failure of colour betrayed emotion, consciousness of guilt, or fear of detection. Sic and brief manner; and taking up anotape,  on h her sewing.

    “I  o some test,” t I: “suce impenetrability is past comprehension.”

    “Good morning, Grace,” I said. “ I s all talking together a while ago.”

    “Only master  nig, and tains got on fire; but, fortunately, , and contrived to quencer in the ewer.

    “A strange affair!” I said, in a lo er wake nobody? Did no one hear him move?”

    So me, and time to examine me hen she answered—

    “ts sleep so far off, you kno be likely to  to master’s; but Mrs. Fairfax said s elderly, ten sleep  of assumed indiffer