`Ibegyourpardon，sir，’stammeredshe，——suddenlycalmingdown，——thelightofreasonseemingtobreakuponherbecloudedspiritandafaintblushmantlingonhercheek——`Ididnotknowyou；——andIthought——’
Shestoopedtokissthechild，andfondlyclaspedherarmroundhisneck。
`YouthoughtIwasgoingtokidnapyourson，Isuppose？’
Shestrokedhisheadwithahalf-embarrassedlaugh，andreplied，——
`Ididnotknowhehadattemptedtoclimbthewall——IhavethepleasureofaddressingMrMarkham，Ibelieve？’sheadded，somewhatabruptly。