"And I will never break my promise." "If I marry, you will come to see me--you-will trust in me--you will be just what you are now--you will make my house your home, as you do this ?" "Yes--that is, if your husband consents," replied Lord Arleigh.
"Rely upon it, my husband--if I ever have one--will not dispute my wishes," she said.

"I am not the model woman you dream of.

She, of course, will be submissive in everything; I intend to have my own way." "We are friends for life, Philippa," he declared; "and I do not think that any one who really understands me will ever cavil at our friendship." "Then, that being settled, we will go at once for our ride.

How those who know me best would laugh, Norman, if they heard of the incident of the Puritan maiden! If I go to another fancy ball this season, I shall go as _Priscilla_ of Plymouth and you had better go as _John Alden_." He held up his hands imploringly.
"Do not tease me about it any more, Philippa," he remarked, "I cannot quite tell why, but you make me feel both insignificant and vain; yet nothing would have been further from my mind than the ideas you have filled it with." "Own you were mistaken, and then I will be generous and forgive you," she said, laughingly.
"I was mistaken--cruelly so--weakly so--happily so," he replied.

"Now you will be generous and spare me." He did not see the bitter smile with which she turned away, nor the pallor that crept even to her lips.