This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1866. Excerpt: ... Then, after sundry ejaculations, Rosa learned all about that matter, and was shocked first, and then thankful, and then hurt. "And now," said Mrs. Corklemore, when the sense of wrong was paramount, "he has some secret, I am almost sure, about our sad affair at Nowelhurst. And I am sure, even if you were not his wife, dear, he need not conceal any matter of that sort from the daughter of Sir Cradock Nowell's old friend, Mr. Ralph Mohorn." "I will tell you another thing," answered Rosa, shaking all her pillows with the vehemence of her emotions, "whether he ought or not, he shall not do it, Georgie, darling. As sure as I am his lawful wife I will know every word of it before I sleep one wink. If not, he must take the consequences upon both his wife and child." "Darling, I think you are quite right. Only don't tell me a word of it. It is such a dreadful matter, it would make me so unhappy" "I will tell you every single word, just to prove to you, Georgie, that I have found the whole of it out." After this laudable resolution, Rosa may be left to have it out with Ruf us. It requires greater skill than ours to interfere between man and wife, even without the tertium quid of an astounding baby. # # # The ides of March were come and gone, the balance of day and night was struck; and Sleep, the queen of half the world, had wheeled across the equator her poppy-chintzed throne, or had got the stars to do it for her, because she was too lazy. Ha, that sentence is almost worthy of a great stump-orator. All I mean to say is, that All Fools' Day was over. Blessed are the All Fools who begin the summer (which accounts for its being a mull with us); and blessed be the All Saints who begin the winter, and then hand it over to Beelzebub. "In April she tunes her bill." Se...