The man is perfectly independent, and an honest fellow.

I was grateful to him for what he said." "Of course, I am no judge!" cried Marcella, quickly--repentantly.

"Why did you ask me?
I saw everything crooked, I suppose--it was your Primrose Dames--they got upon my nerves.

Why did you have them?
I didn't mean to vex and hurt you--I didn't indeed--it was all the other way--and now I have." She turned upon him laughing, but also half crying, as he could tell by the flutter of her breath.
He vowed he was not hurt, and once more changed both talk and tone.

They reached the drive's end without a word of Wharton.