Only for that how very very pleasant it would have been!" "Yes, indeed.

It was a nice run, and that little horse carried you charmingly.

I wish I could see you ride him again." She shook her head as she looked up into his face.

"Why do you shake your head ?" "Because I am afraid there is no possible chance of such happiness.
We are going to such a dull house to-morrow! And then to so many dull houses afterwards." "I don't know why you shouldn't come back and have another day or two;--when all this sadness has gone by." "Don't talk about it, Lord Rufford." "Why not ?" "I never like to talk about any pleasure because it always vanishes as soon as it has come;--and when it has been real pleasure it never comes back again.

I don't think I ever enjoyed anything so much as our ride this morning,--till that tragedy came." "Poor Caneback!" "I suppose there is no hope ?" He shook his head.