His eyes were red, but he was too miserable to care; he was, as she had said, only a boy.

"Sarah, you're not in earnest! You can't be! I--I know I ought to be angry." Miss Sarah laughed derisively.

"Yes, you laugh, for you know too well I can't be angry with you.

I love you!" said Peter, passionately, "though you are--as cruel as though I've not had pretty well as much to bear to-day, as I know how to stand.

First, John Crewys, and now you--saying--" "Just the truth," said Sarah, calmly.
"I don't deny," said Peter, in a quivering voice, "that--that some of the beastly things he said came--came home to me.