T was she, Marjorie Manners, that had sent him to this life, six
years ago. Then, as she took the letter, the shrewd woman in her
spoke. It was irresistible, and she
seemed to listen to voice that was not hers. "Does any here
know that you are come?" "No, mistress." "If I bade
you, and said that I had reasons for it, you would ride away again
alone, without a word to any?" "Why, yes, mistress!" (Oh! the plan
was irresistible and complete