"Have you any idea what sort of a wind you keep up here on these hills on a night like this?
And to think that in this weather, with a barometer that laughs in your face when you try to move it, I have three meetings to-morrow night!" "When one loves the 'People,' with a large P," said Marcella, "one mustn't mind winds." He flashed a smile at her, answering to the sparkle of her look, then applied himself to his tea and toasted bun again, with the dainty deliberation of one enjoying every sip and bite.
"No; but if only the People didn't live so far apart.

Some murderous person wanted them to have only one neck.

I want them to have only one ear.

Only then unfortunately everybody would speak well--which would bring things round to dulness again.

Does Mr.Raeburn make you think very bad things of me, Miss Boyce ?" He bent forward to her as he spoke, his blue eyes all candour and mirth.
Marcella started.
"How can he ?" she said abruptly.