Thomas Wingfold. Volume II by George MacDonald

The next day the curate called again on Leopold. But Helen happened / to be otherwise engaged for a few minutes, and Mrs. Ramshorn to be / in the sick-room when the servant brought his name. With her / jealousy of Wingfold's teaching, she would not have admitted him, / but Lingard made such loud protest when he heard her say "Not at / home," insisting on seeing him, that she had to give way, and tell / the maid to show him up. She HAD NO NOTION however of leaving him / alone in the room with the invalid: who could tell what absurd and / extravagant ideas he might not put into the boy's head! He might / make him turn monk, or Socinian, or latter-day-saint, for what she / knew! So she sat, blocking up the sole small window in the youth's / dark dwelling that looked eastward, and damming back the tide of the / dawn from his diseased and tormented soul. Little conversation was / therefore possible. Still the face of his new friend was a comfort / to Leopold, and ere he left him they had managed to fix an hour for / next day, when they would not be thus foiled of their talk.

That same afternoon, Wingfold took the draper to see Polwarth.