Her head was leaning on her hand, and she was talking earnestly to her companion.

He wondered what she was talking of, and had half a mind to go and ring, and ask to see her.

Why should he wait till to-morrow morning?
Presently, however, better counsels prevailed, and, though sorely against his will, he stopped where he was till a policeman, thinking his rapt gaze suspicious, gruffly requested him to move on.
To gaze at one's only love through an open window is, no doubt, a delightful occupation, if a somewhat tantalising one; but if Eustace's ears had been as good as his eyes, and he could have heard the conversation that was proceeding in the drawing-room, he would have been still more interested.
Augusta had just been unfolding that part of her story which dealt with the important document tattooed upon her shoulders, to which Lady Holmhurst had listened "ore rotundo." "And so the young man is coming here to-morrow morning," said Lady Holmhurst; "how delightful! I am sure he looked a very nice young man, and he had very fine eyes.

It is the most romantic thing that I ever heard of." "It may be delightful for you, Bessie," said Augusta, rather tartly, "but I call it disgusting.

It is all very well to be tattooed upon a desert island--not that that was very nice, I can tell you; but it is quite another thing to have to show the results in a London drawing-room.