with astonishment.
“Did you hear anybody calling after us?” she asked, looking up and down the road affrightedly, the instant I stopped.
“No, no. I was only struck by the name of Limmeridge House. I heard it mentioned by some Cumberland people a few days since.”
“Ah! not my people. Mrs. Fairlie is dead; and her husband is dead; and their little girl may be married and gone away by this time. I can’t say who lives at Limmeridge now. If any more are left there of that name, I only know I love
had any effect in shaking my unreasonable disinclination to go to Limmeridge House. After starting all the petty objections that I could think of to going to Cumberland, and after hearing them answered, one after another, to my own complete discomfiture, I tried to set up a last obstacle by asking what