"What is it, Elizabeth ?" "Nothing," she faltered, "only I wish--I do wish that you were not so much like Wenham.

Sometimes a trick of your voice, the way you hold your head--it terrifies me!" He laughed oddly.
"You must get used to that, Elizabeth," he declared.

"I can't help being like him, you know.

We were great friends always until you came.

I wonder why you preferred Wenham." "Don't ask me--please don't ask me that," she begged.