smile, "He's considering. . .he'd rather I'd come to him! Find a way, then! not through that Kirkyard. . .You are slow! Be content, you always followed me!"
Perceiving it vain to argue against her insanity, I was planning how I could reach something to wrap about her, without quitting my hold of herself, for I could not trust her alone by the gaping lattice; when to my consternation, I heard the rattle of the door-handle, and Mr. Linton entered. He had only then come from the library; and, in passing through the lobby, had noticed our talking and been attracted by curiosity, or fear to examine what it signified, at that late hour.
"Oh, sir!" I cried, checking the exclamation risen to his lips at the sight which met him, and the bleak atmosphere of the chamber.
"My poor Mistress is ill, and she quite masters me; I cannot manage her at all, pray, come and persuade her to go to bed. Forget
