Oh, what shall I do ?" "You go too fast, Grace, dear.

Don't run before trouble like that.

Come, go to Colonel Clifford, and you will find it is nothing of the kind." Grace shook her head grandly.

Experience had given her faith in her own instincts, as people call them--though they are subtle reasonings the steps of which are not put forward--and she went down to the study.
"Grace, my dear," said the Colonel, "I think I shall have a fit of the gout." "Oh no," said Grace.

"We have trouble enough." "It gets less every day, my dear; that is one comfort.