But if he could not see her face she could see his in the glass, and narrowly observed its every change, which, on the whole, though natural, was rather mean of her.
Poor Eustace grew pale and paler yet, till his handsome countenance became positively ghastly.

It is wonderful how frightened young men are the first time that they propose.

It wears off afterwards--with practice one gets accustomed to anything.
"Miss Smithers--Augusta," he gasped, "I want to say something to you!" and he stopped dead.
"Yes, Mr.Meeson," she answered cheerfully, "what is it ?" "I want to tell you"-- and again he hesitated.
"What you are going to do about the will ?" suggested Augusta.
"No--no; nothing about the will--please don't laugh at me and put me off!" She looked up innocently--as much as to say that she never dreamed of doing either of these things.

She had a lovely face, and the glance of the grey eyes quite broke down the barrier of his fears.
"Oh, Augusta, Augusta," he said, "don't you understand?
I love you! I love you! No woman was ever loved before as I love you.

I fell in love with you the very first time I saw you in the office at Meeson's, when I had the row with my uncle about you; and ever since then I have got deeper and deeper in love with you.