There is an improvement in tone among those children, that is more satisfactory than any progress they may have made." Ethel's eyes beamed, and she hurried to tell Flora.

Richard coloured and gave his quiet smile, then turned to put things in order for their return.
"Will you drive home, Richard ?" said Norman, coming up to him.
"Don't you wish it ?" said Richard, who had many minor arrangements to make, and would have preferred walking home independently.
"No, thank you, I have a headache, and walking may take it off," said Norman, taking off his hat and passing his fingers through his hair.
"A headache again--I am sorry to hear it." "It is only that suffocating den of yours.

My head ached from the moment I looked into it.

How can you take Ethel into such a hole, Richard?
It is enough to kill her to go on with it for ever." "It is not so every day," said the elder brother quietly.

"It is a warm day, and there was an unusual crowd." "I shall speak to my father," exclaimed Norman, with somewhat of the supercilious tone that he had now and then been tempted to address to his brother.