"Oh, Betty!" "Watch that man," said Betty; "you will see.

It will come." Lady Anstruthers' mind, working at no time on complex lines, presented her with a simple modern solution.
"Perhaps he will marry an American," she said, and saying it, sighed again.
"He will not do it on purpose." Bettina answered slowly and with such an air of absence of mind that Rosy laughed a little.
"Will he do it accidentally, or against his will ?" she said.
Betty herself smiled.
"Perhaps he will," she said.

"There are Englishmen who rather dislike Americans.

I think he is one of them." It apparently became necessary for Lady Anstruthers, a moment later, to lean upon the stone balustrade and pick off a young leaf or so, for no reason whatever, unless that in doing so she averted her look from her sister as she made her next remark.
"Are you--when are you going to write to father and mother ?" "I have written," with unembarrassed evenness of tone.

"Mother will be counting the days." "Mother!" Rosy breathed, with a soft little gasp.