were swallowed down again. "My little girl, if you will; for she is
mine--my husband's daughter and I wish to see her grow up every thing
that his daughter ought to be. I say again, I ought to have been
consulted in the choice of her governess."

She stopped for, accidentally looking out of the window, where the
lengthened spring twilight still lingered in the cloisters, she fancied she
saw creeping from pillar to pillar a child's figure; could it possibly be
Titia's? Yes, it certainly was Titia herself, stealing through two sides of
the quad-rectangle and under the archway that led to Walnut-tree Court.

Without saying a word to the aunts--for she would not have accused
any body, a child, or even a servant, upon anything short of absolute
proof--Christian went up to her from the window of which she could
see into Walnut-tree Court. There, walking round and round, in the
solitude which at this hour was customary in most colleges, she
distinguished, dim as the light was, three figures--a man, a woman, and a
child; in all probability. Miss Bennett, her lover, and Titia, whom, with
a mixture of cunning and shortsightedness, she had induced to play
propriety, in case any discovery should be made.

Still, the light was too faint to make their identity sure; and to send a
servant after them on mere suspicion would only bring trouble upon
poor little Titia, besides disgracing, in the last manner in which any
generous woman would wish to disgrace another woman, the poor
friendless governess, who, after all, might only be taking an honest
evening walk with her own honest lover, as every young woman has a
perfect right to do.

"And love is so sweet, and life so bitter! I'll not be hard upon her, poor