I never prayed at all that it might turn out well, and so now it won't." "Dearest Ethel, I don't see that.

Perhaps it will do all the better for your being humbled about it now.

If you were wild and high flying, it would never go right." "Its hope is in Richard," said Ethel.
"So it is," said Margaret.
"I wish Mr.Wilmot was not coming to-night," said Ethel again.

"It would serve me right if papa were to say nothing about it." Ethel lingered with her sister till Harry and Mary came up with Margaret's tea, and summoned her, and she crept downstairs, and entered the room so quietly, that she was hardly perceived behind her boisterous brother.

She knew her eyes were in no presentable state, and cast them down, and shrank back as Mr.Wilmot shook her hand and greeted her kindly.
Mr.Wilmot had been wont to come to tea whenever he had anything to say to Dr.or Mrs.May, which was about once in ten or twelve days.