"You must be nervously sensitive."
"I heard him kiss your hand."
"Impossible!"
"No: my chamber is over the hall, the window just above the front door; the sash was a little raised, for I felt feverish. You stood ten minutes with him on the steps. I heard your discourse, every word, and I heard the salute.--Henry, give me some water."
"Let me give it him."
But he half rose to take the glass from young Sympson, and declined her attendance.
"And can I do nothing?"
"Nothing; for you cannot guarantee me a night's peaceful rest, and it is all I at present want."

I heard him kiss your hand."
"Impossible!"
"No: my chamber is just above the front door; the window was open. You stood ten minutes with him on the steps. I heard your discourse, every word. Henry, give me some water."
"Can I do nothing?" asked Shirley.
"Nothing; for you cannot guarantee me a night's peaceful rest, and it is all I want. 