Something, not so much in her words as in the careful, slow manner of her speech, warned him that she was not telling him all of the trouble which oppressed her.

Her fears were more definite than she had given him as yet reason to understand.

There was not enough in what she had said to account for the tense clasp of her hands, and the glint of terror in her eyes.
"Anyhow, he's going to the big school next term," he said; "that is, if you haven't changed your mind since you last wrote to me, and I hope you haven't changed your mind.

All that he wants really," the Colonel added with unconscious cruelty, "is companions of his own age.

He passed in well, didn't he ?" Sybil Linforth's face lost for the moment all its apprehension.