"I had some quills to make into pens. Most men's hands would have trembled when their hearts were so stirred; mine went to work steadily, and my voice, when I called it into exercise, was firm.
"'This day week you will be alone at Fieldhead, Miss Keeldar.'
"'Yes: I rather think my uncle's intention to go is a settled one now.'
"'He leaves you dissatisfied.'
"'He is not pleased with me.'
"'He departs as he came--no better for his journey. This is mortifying.'
"'I trust the failure of his plans will take from him all inclination to lay new ones.'

"I had some quills to make into pens. My hands went to work steadily, and my voice, when I spoke, was firm.
"'This day week you will be alone at Fieldhead, Miss Keeldar.'
"'Yes: I rather think my uncle will go this time. He is not pleased with me.'
