ac my t. I avoid  makes ep to and a moment, murmuring at t—s it into

    it  tsey.

    Nourns back, I cannot look at o my dressing-room and close ter—a terrible laug courses silently ter—I sill.

    dinner, e. ing meat from t is almost translucent, t in a ting of butter and sauce. Our food comes cold to table in er. In summer it comes too warm.

    I say, Very—biddable, Mr Rivers.

    You t?

    I think so, yes.

    You  o complain, of my recommendation?

    No.

    ell, I am relieved to .

    oo muc of tcs this? he says now.

    I en.

    s against my library door.  of her?

    So me on Mr Riverss word. o remember me.

    My uncle moves ongue. as o Rico me, tle raised, as if sensing dark currents. Miss Smith, you say?

    Miss Smit steadily, .

    t! urns excitedly to . Now, Rivers, .

    Sir?

    I defy you—positively defy you, sir!—to name me any institution so nurturing of trocious acts of lecholic Church of Rome

    look at me again until supper is ended. tique text, t Against the Fryars.

    Rics and ly still. But tle o t lift  keeps tle pearl-s ancient blade s to a crescent, ter apples t grohe Briar orchard.

    Rico see t urned, t me frankly. one e,  ask you, o continue  Im returned? I s. I do not ans far enougo let me step about it; nor does  furto pass. Instead, nt be modest, nt be , are you?

    I shake my head.

    Good, t time. You must stle more labour and—o surprise your uncle s of your instru