I hope you are well." "Come," said Charles, with his hand on the latch.
"Are you going to Mrs.Bancroft's whist party on Wednesday night, Mr.
Parker ?" "Yes; Miss Perkins was kind enough to invite me." "Cassandra, come." And Charles opened the door.

I fumbled for the flower at my belt.

"It's nice to have flowers so late; don't you think so ?" inhaling the fragrance of my crushed specimens; "if they would but last.

Will you have it ?" stretching it toward him.

He was about to take it, with a blush, when Charles struck it out of my hand and stepped on it.
"Are you ready now ?" he said, in a quick voice.
I declared it was nothing, when I found I was too ill to rise the next morning.