"I never--" She paused.
"No," she went on, "I won't say that." But, so far as conveying what she meant was concerned, she might just as well have uttered the words.
"I do not want a sympathy which is unmerited," she said gravely.
He turned and looked at her, sitting in a graceful attitude, the incarnation of a most refined and nineteenth-century misfortune.

She raised her eyes to his for a moment--a sort of photographic instantaneous shutter, exposing for the hundredth part of a second the sensitive plate of her heart.

Then she suppressed a sigh--badly.
"I was married horribly young," she said, "before I knew what I was doing.

But even if I had known I do not suppose I should have had the strength of mind to resist my father and mother." "They forced you into it ?" "Yes," said Mrs.Bamborough.And it is possible that a respectable and harmless pair of corpses turned in their respective coffins somewhere in the neighborhood of Norwood.
"I hope there is a special hell reserved for parents who ruin their daughters' lives to suit their own ambition," said Paul, with a sudden concentrated heat which rather startled his hearer.
This man was full of surprises for Etta Sydney Bamborough.

It was like playing with fire--a form of amusement which will be popular as long as feminine curiosity shall last.
"You are rather shocking," she said lightly.