Not actually in this house, because--Sarah--my little Sarah--wouldn't like that, it seems; but in the Dower House, close by." "I see," said John.

"How delightfully ingenuous, and how pleasingly unselfish a very young man can sometimes be!" "Ah! don't laugh at me, John," she said tremulously.

"Indeed, just now, I cannot bear it." "Laugh at you, my queen--my saint! How little you know me!" said John, tenderly.

"It was at Peter that I was presuming to smile." "Is it a laughing matter ?" she said wistfully.
"I think it will be, Mary." "I tried so hard to tell him," said Lady Mary, "but I couldn't.
Somehow he made it impossible.

He looks upon me as quite, quite old." John laughed outright.