"He told me so." "Oh, Lucy;--that is worse and worse.

A man to tell you that he loves you, and yet not ask you to be his wife!" "I am contented," said Lucy.

That assertion, however, could hardly have been true.
"Contented! And did you tell him that you returned his love ?" "He knew it without my telling him," said Lucy.

It was so hard upon her that she should be so interrogated while that letter was lying in the iron box! "Dear Lucy, this must not be," said Lady Fawn.

"You are preparing for yourself inexpressible misery." "I have done nothing wrong, Lady Fawn." "No, my dear;--no.