You understand me, aunt ?' Mrs.Baxendale was again looking at her with grave, searching eyes, eyes which began to glimmer a little when the light caught them.

Beatrice's hand she held pressed more and more closely in both her own.

She made no reply to the last question, and the speaker went on with a voice which lost its clearness, and seemed to come between parched lips.
'You see how easy that makes everything?
I want your help, of course; I told Wilfrid that this was how I should act.

It is very simple; let us say that I prefer to be thought an unselfish woman: anyone can be jealous and malicious.

You are to think that I care as little as it would seem; I don't yet know how I am to live, but of course I shall, it will come in time.