"She is very beautiful and essentially feminine--rather a wonderful kind of person, I think.

Wait till you see her!" "I'm afraid," said Trent slowly, "that I shall not see your charming friend.

I have to run up to Town next week on--on business." "Oh!" Sara's disappointment showed itself in her voice.

"Can't you put it off ?" He halted outside a tobacconist's shop.

"Do you mind waiting a moment while I go in here and get some baccy ?" He disappeared into the shop, and Sara stood gazing idly across the street, watching a jolly little fox-terrier enjoying a small but meaty bone he had filched from the floor of a neighbouring butcher's shop.
His placid enjoyment of the stolen feast was short-lived.