Dear Mr.Hope! Oh, now my happiness is perfect!" "Mr.Hope!" screamed Mrs.Easton.

"Drive faster, for Heaven's sake! Turn your horse, sir, and gallop away from us as hard as you can!" "Well, but, Mrs.Easton--" objected Walter.
Mrs.Easton stood up in the carriage.

"Man alive!" she screamed, "you know nothing, and I know a deal; begone, or you are no friend of mine: you'll make me curse the hour that I interfered." "Go, darling," said Mary, kindly, and so decidedly that he turned his horse directly, gave her one look of love and disappointment, and galloped away.
Mary looked pale and angry, and drove on in sullen silence.
Mrs.Easton was too agitated to mind her angry looks.

She kept wiping the perspiration from her brow with her handkerchief, and speaking in broken sentences: "If we could only get there first--fool not to teach my sister her lesson before we went, she's such a simpleton!--can't you drive faster ?" "Why, nurse," said Mary, "don't be so afraid of Mr.Hope.

It's not him I'm afraid of; it's papa." "Yon don't know what you're talking about, child.