He saw it was the same Carlia, with something added, something which must have taken much experience if not much time to bring to her.

The old-time roses, somewhat modified, were in her cheeks, the old-time red tinted the full lips; but she was more mature, less of a girl and more of a woman; and to Dorian she was more beautiful than ever.
"Carlia," he again ventured, "I'm glad to see you; but you don't seem very pleased with your neighbor.

Why did you run from me out there ?" "You startled me." "Yes; I suppose I did.

It was rather strange, this coming so suddenly on to you.

I've been looking for you quite a while." "I don't understand why you have been looking for me." "You know why, Carlia." "I don't." "You're just talking to be talking--but here, this sounds like quarreling, and we don't want to do that so soon, do we ?" "No, I guess not." "Won't you sit down." The girl reached for a chair, then seated herself.
"The folks are anxious about you.