Don't be anxious; he feels that all his hopes have been realised in you.' There was silence.

Jane made a pretence of using her needle, and Sidney watched her hands.
'He spoke to you of a lady called Mrs.Lant ?' were his next words.
'Yes.

He just mentioned her.' 'Are you going to see her soon ?' 'I don't know.

Have _you_ seen her ?' 'No.

But I believe she's a woman you could soon he friendly with.