"Hush! Do not tremble and cry so much for me. I am not worthy of these tears," said my mother, kissing my hands. "I dread one person very much."
"An enemy?"
"Not a friend. One who is too passionless to be either. He is Sir Leicester Dedlock's lawyer, mechanically faithful without attachment, and very jealous of the profit, privilege, and reputation of being master of the mysteries of great houses."
"Has he any suspicions?"
"Many."

"Hush! Do not tremble and cry for me. I am not worthy of these tears," said my mother, kissing my hands. "I dread one person very much. He is Sir Leicester Dedlock's lawyer, faithful without attachment, and jealous of the profit and privilege of great houses."
"Has he any suspicions?"
"Many."
