"Oh, Mrs.Armitage, I am so obliged to you! no fellow was ever so obliged to a friend before." "How has it gone off?
For Mrs.Mountjoy has taken Florence home." "Oh yes, she has taken her away.

But she hasn't shut the stable-door till the steed has been stolen." "Oh, the steed has been stolen ?" "Yes, I think so; I do think so." "And that poor man who has disappeared is nowhere." "Men who disappear never are anywhere.

But I do flatter myself that if he had held his ground and kept his property the result would have been the same." "I dare say." "Don't suppose, Mrs.Armitage, that I am taking any pride to myself.

Why on earth Florence should have taken a fancy to such a fellow as I am I cannot imagine." "Oh no; not in the least." "It's all very well for you to laugh, Mrs.Armitage, but as I have thought of it all I have sometimes been in despair." "But now you are not in despair." "No, indeed; just now I am triumphant.

I have thought so often that I was a fool to love her, because everything was so much against me." "I have wondered that you continued.