CHAPTER 13My sad hurt it shall releeve, When my thoughts I shall disclose, For thou canst not chuse but greeve, When I shall recount my woes; There is nothing to that friend, To whose close uncranied breast, We our secret thoughts may send, And there safely let it rest; And thy faithfull counsell may My distressed case assist, Sad affliction else may sway Me a woman as it list.
—Michael Drayton
‘You must see,’ said Harriet, ‘that it’s impossible to go on like this. You’ve got to call in expert help and risk the consequences. Any scandal is better than a suicide and an inquest.’
‘I think you are right,’ said the Warden.
Only Miss Lydgate, the Dean and Miss Edwards sat with Dr. Baring in the Warden’s sitting-room. The brave pretence at confidence had been given up. In the Senior Common R
