I've still got a reason--a different one." He looked her all over as if it might have been something she kept in her mouth or her glove or under her jacket--something she was even sitting upon.

"Well, I'll have it, please." "I went out the other night and sat in the Park with a gentleman," she said at last.
Nothing was ever seen like his confidence in her and she wondered a little now why it didn't irritate her.

It only gave her ease and space, as she felt, for telling him the whole truth that no one knew.

It had arrived at present at her really wanting to do that, and yet to do it not in the least for Mr.Mudge, but altogether and only for herself.

This truth filled out for her there the whole experience about to relinquish, suffused and coloured it as a picture that she should keep and that, describe it as she might, no one but herself would ever really see.
Moreover she had no desire whatever to make Mr.Mudge jealous; there would be no amusement in it, for the amusement she had lately known had spoiled her for lower pleasures.