Up came the aunt, puffing and blowing—As she hoped for mercy, she was
not privy to it! She never knew such a plotting, perverse lady in her
life!—Well might servants be at the pass they were, when such ladies as
Mrs. Lovelace made no conscience of corrupting them. For her part she
desired no mercy for the wretch; no niece of her’s, if she were not
faithful to her trust!—But what was the proof?——