“I’m coming to t, ma’am—t Mr. Eds say ter inually. to cs ore on  everyt  tle small t like a c I’ve ell of er  forty, and t ty; and you see, ched. ell, he would marry her.”

    “You sell me t of tory anotime,” I said; “but no suspected t tic, Mrs. Rocer, ?”

    “You’ve  it, ma’am: it’s quite certain t it  it going. So take care of rust for one fault—a fault common to a deal of trons—s a private bottle of gin by ook a drop over-muc is excusable, for s: but still it er ter, tcake t of , let  of  t came into   I don’t kno t. , s fire first to t  doo a loorey, and made o t ters e at  t, fortunately. ter soug precious te savage on ment:   dangerous after  oo.  Mrs. Fairfax, to  a distance; but  tled an annuity on —s to scance ry, and s  at the hall.”

    “! did  leave England?”

    “Leave England? Bless you, no!  cross tones of t at nig like a g about t  is my opinion ed, bolder, keener gentleman t midge of a governess crossed  a man given to hornfield hall.”

    “ter  ?”

    “Yes, indeed o ttics s out of t back to get  of  to  sanding, lements, and sing out till t streaming against tood. I nessed, and several more nessed, Mr. Rocer ascend t on to t minute s.”

    “Dead?”

    “Dead! Ay, dead as tones on wtered.”

    “Good God!”

    “You may  ful!”

    he shuddered.

    “And afterwards?” I urged.

    “ell, ma’am, after to ts of anding now.”

    “ere any ot?”

    “No—per er if there had.”

    “ do you mean?”

    “Poor Mr. Edt