Never!--I've that pride.

I may be worried, but I'll never sink to green and melancholy for a man.' She bridled at herself in a mirror, wherein not a sign of paleness was reflected.
Mr.Beamish meditated, and he thought it prudent to speak to Caseldy manfully of her childish suspicions, lest she should perchance in like manner perturb the lover's mind.
'Oh, make your mind easy, my dear sir, as far as I am concerned,' said Caseldy.

'But, to tell you the truth, I think I can interpret her creamy ladyship's innuendos a little differently and quite as clearly.

For my part, I prefer the pale to the blowsy, and I stake my right hand on Chloe's fidelity.

Whatever harm I may have the senseless cruelty--misfortune, I may rather call it--to do that heavenly-minded woman in our days to come, none shall say of me that I was ever for an instant guilty of the baseness of doubting her purity and constancy.
And, sir, I will add that I could perfectly rely also on your honour.' Mr.Beamish bowed.