I did n't want to be hiding away from my own father.

I could n't stand it any longer.

I bolted out, and when I found it was you I was a little flurried.

But Eugenia carried it off, did n't she ?" Clifford added, in the tone of a young humorist whose perception had not been permanently clouded by the sense of his own discomfort.
"Beautifully!" said Acton.

"Especially," he continued, "when one remembers that you were very imprudent and that she must have been a good deal annoyed." "Oh," cried Clifford, with the indifference of a young man who feels that however he may have failed of felicity in behavior he is extremely just in his impressions, "Eugenia does n't care for anything!" Acton hesitated a moment.