"I think she has kept a copy." Janet looked at him with reproachful eyes, which nevertheless had the relief of amusement in them.

"Don't you ?" he insisted.
"I--dare say." "And she thoroughly enjoyed writing as she did.

The phrases read as if she had rolled them under her tongue.
It was a _coup_, don't you see ?--and the making of a _coup_, of any kind, at any expense, is the most refined joy which life affords that young woman." "There's sincerity in every line." "Oh, she means what she says.

But she found an exquisite gratification in saying it which you cannot comprehend, dear.

This letter is a flower of her egotism, as it were--she regards it with natural ecstasy, as an achievement." Janet shook her head.