you  of pet of imes  o put you on your guard: but I did not like to suggest even ty of  and sensible, I  be trusted to protect yourself.  nig tell you er eit th him.”

    “ell, never mind t noerrupted impatiently; “it is enoug all .”

    “I  in t believe me, you cannot be too careful. try and keep Mr. Rocer at a distance: distrust yourself as ion are not accustomed to marry their governesses.”

    I ruly irritated: happily, Adèle ran in.

    “Let me go,—let me go to Millcote too!” ser : to let me go mademoiselle.”

    “t I o quit my gloomy monitress. t round to t, and my master , Pilot following him backwards and forwards.

    “Adèle may accompany us, may s, sir?”

    “I told s!—I’ll have only you.”

    “Do let er, if you please: it ter.”

    “Not it: sraint.”

    e peremptory, bots antiality and uncertainty  my  t meco obey  furtrance; but as o t my face.

    “ is tter?” o go? ill it annoy you if s behind?”

    “I , sir.”

    “t, and back like a flasning!” cried o Adèle.

    S speed s.

    “After all, a single morning’s interruption  matter mucly to claim you—your ts, conversation, and company—for life.”

    Adèle, ude for my intercession: santly stoo a corner on to ern a neigoo restrictive to  fractious mood, sions, nor ask of ion.

    “Let o me,” I entreated: “srouble you, sir: ty of room on this side.”

    o sc,”  now he was smiling.

    Adèle o go to school “sans mademoiselle?”

    “Yes,” ely sans mademoiselle;