"I certainly hope you 'll keep him," he said to Mrs.Light.

"You have played a dangerous game with your daughter; it would be a pity not to win.

But there is hope for you yet; here she comes at last!" Christina reappeared as he spoke these words, strolling beside her companion with the same indifferent tread with which she had departed.
Rowland imagined that there was a faint pink flush in her cheek which she had not carried away with her, and there was certainly a light in Roderick's eyes which he had not seen there for a week.
"Bless my soul, how they are all looking at us!" she cried, as they advanced.

"One would think we were prisoners of the Inquisition!" And she paused and glanced from the prince to her mother, and from Rowland to the Cavaliere, and then threw back her head and burst into far-ringing laughter.

"What is it, pray?
Have I been very improper?
Am I ruined forever?
Dear prince, you are looking at me as if I had committed the unpardonable sin!" "I myself," said the prince, "would never have ventured to ask you to walk with me alone in the country for an hour!" "The more fool you, dear prince, as the vulgar say! Our walk has been charming.