"I think you are always impressive, especially at the end of your sermons.

That pause you make before you turn your face to the altar--it seems to me so effective--so, if one may say it, dramatic." "To what request is this the prelude ?" enquired Mr.Lorimer, emerging from his smile.
She laughed a little nervous laugh.

Her thin face was flushed.

"Shall we sit by the fire, Stephen, as we used to that first happy winter--do you remember ?--after we were married ?" "Dear me!" said Mr.Lorimer.

"This sounds like a plunge into sentiment." Nevertheless he rose with a tolerant twinkle and seated himself in the large easy-chair before the fire.