How determined is this lady!—Again had she like to have escaped
us!—What a fixed resentment!—She only, I find, assumed a little calm,
in order to quiet suspicion. She was got down, and actually had
unbolted the street-door, before I could get to her; alarmed as I was
by Mrs. Sinclair’s cookmaid, who was the only one that saw her fly
through the passage: yet lightning was not quicker than I.
Again I brought her back to the dining-room, with infinite reluctance
on her part. And, before her face, ordered a servant to be placed
constantly at the bottom of the stairs for the future.
She seemed even choked with grief and disappointment.
Dorcas was exceedingly assiduous about her; and confidently gave it as
her own opinion, that her dear lady should be permitted to go to
another lodging, since this was so disagreeable to her: were she to be
killed for saying so, she would say it. And was good Dorcas for this
afterwards.