"Are you one of the men at our college?
You haven't your gown on." "Not now," with a queer look, half amusement, half irritation.

"I don't belong to Avonsbridge.

I have a house of my own in the country--such a pretty place, with a park, and deer, and a lake, and a boat to row on it.
Wouldn't you like to see it ?" "Yes." said Arthur, all eyes and ears.
"I live there, but I am always coming over to Avonsbridge.

Do what I will, I can not keep away." The tone, the glance across the child, were unmistakable.

Christian rose, her momentary stupefaction gone.
"Come, Arthur, papa will be waiting dinner.