"He won't hear a word--declares she is odd and original, and that Aldous will soon know how to manage her.

It's all very well; nowadays men _don't_ manage their wives; that's all gone with the rest.

And I am sure, my dear, if she behaves after she is married as she is doing now, with that most objectionable person Mr.Wharton--walking, and talking, and taking up his ideas, and going to his meetings--she'll be a handful for any husband." "Mr.Wharton!" said Lady Winterbourne, astonished.

Her absent black eyes, the eyes of the dreamer, of the person who lives by a few intense affections, saw little or nothing of what was going on immediately under them.

"Oh! but that is because he is staying in the house, and he is a Socialist; she calls herself one--" "My _dear_," said Miss Raeburn, interrupting emphatically; "if--you--had--now--an unmarried daughter at home--engaged or not--would you care to have Harry Wharton hanging about after her ?" "Harry Wharton ?" said the other, pondering; "he is the Levens' cousin, isn't he?
he used to stay with them.