"Isn't Hugh a good fellow ?" he went on.
"Isn't he affectionate?
and kindhearted?
and honourable ?--aye, and a handsome man too, if you come to that." "Hugh is all that you say.

I like him; I admire him; I owe to his kindness some of the happiest days of my sad life, and I am grateful--oh, with all my heart, I am grateful to Hugh!" "If that's true, Iris----" "Every word of it is true." "I say, if that's true--there's no excuse for you.

I hate perversity in a young woman! Why don't you marry him ?" "Try to feel for me," she said gently; "I can't love him." Her tone said more to the banker than her words had expressed.

The secret sorrow of her life, which was known to her father, was known also to Sir Giles.
"Now we have come to it at last!" he said.

"You can't love my nephew Hugh.