Her name, which was always in his mind, had come to him naturally, as though he had no time to pick and choose about names in the importance of the communication which he had to make.

"Yes.

I don't believe that you were ever really engaged to your cousin Mountjoy." "No, I never was," she answered, briskly.

Harry Annesley was certainly a handsome man, but no young man living ever thought less of his own beauty.

He had fair, wavy hair, which he was always submitting to some barber, very much to the unexpressed disgust of poor Florence; because to her eyes the longer the hair grew the more beautiful was the wearer of it.