He laughed slyly, looking in Stephen's face, repeating: --By hell, I'm delighted with that name. " "By writing to him that his house is poisoned and his little nephew and niece mad?" "But if they ARE, miss?" "And if I am myself, you mean? That's charming news to be sent him by a governess whose prime undertaking was to give him no worry. I've said it already--she was literally, she was hideously, hard; she had turned common and almost ugly. But I so far succeeded in checking the expression of this view that I will throw, just here, no further light on it than may be offered by the mention of my final observation to Mrs.