You see that yourself." "Well," said Kenby, rising, "I have to arrange about their getting away to-morrow.

It won't be easy in this hurly-burly that's coming off." "Give Rose our love; and tell Mrs.Adding that I'll come round and see her to-morrow before she starts." "Oh! I'm afraid you can't, Mrs.March.

They're to start at six in the morning." "They are! Then we must go and see them tonight.

We'll be there almost as soon as you are." March went up to their rooms with, his wife, and she began on the stairs: "Well, my dear, I hope you realize that your laughing so gave us completely away.

And what was there to keep grinning about, all through ?" "Nothing but the disingenuous, hypocritical passion of love.