"I have long suspected something." "Suspected ?" said Mary, turning pale.

"What ?" "That you and Walter Clifford--" "Yes," said Mary, trembling inwardly, but commanding her face.
"Are--engaged." Mary drew a long breath.

"What makes you think so ?" said she, looking down.
"Well, there is a certain familiarity--no, that is too strong a word; but there is more ease between you than there was.

Ever since I came back from Belgium I have seen that the preliminaries of courtship were over, and you two looked on yourselves as one." "Mr.Hope," said this good, arch girl, and left off panting, "you are a terrible man.

Papa is eyes and no eyes.