herself—“coincides exactly with what you say, Mr. Twemlow. So far from troubling you with any new confidence, I merely wish to remind you what the old one was. So far from asking you for interference, I merely wish to claim your strict neutrality.”
Twemlow going on to reply, she rests her eyes again, knowing her ears to be quite enough for the contents of so weak a vessel.
“I can, I suppose,” says Twemlow, nervously, “offer no reasonable objection to hearing anything that you do me the honour to wish to say to me under those heads. But if I may, with all possible delicacy and politeness, entreat you not to range beyond them, I—I beg to do so.”
“Sir,” says Mrs. Lammle, raising her eyes to his face again, and quite daunting him with her hardened manner, “I imparted to you a certain piece of knowledge, to be imparted again, as you thought best, to a certain person.”