I'm going away as quickly as I can." She caught my dress as I would have leaned out to speak to the driver.
Her manner had suddenly changed, and she was all softness and sweetness, and persuasiveness.
"Di, dearest girl, _don't_ be cross with me; please don't misunderstand," she implored.

"I love you, you know, even if you sometimes think I don't; I want you to be happy--oh, wait a moment, and listen.

I've been so miserable all day, knowing you were miserable; and I've felt horribly guilty for fear, after all, I'd said too much.

Of course if you'd guessed where I meant to come, you wouldn't have stirred out of the hotel, and it was better for you to see for yourself.

Unless Ivor Dundas came here with a motor-cab, as we did, he could hardly have arrived yet, so if he does come, we shall know.