I've been shut up all the afternoon with Gerty." "She's not ill, I hope," he remarked, as he fell into step at her side.
"I've always had a considerable liking for Mrs.Bridewell, and for Perry, too.

He's a first-rate chap." For a moment Laura walked on rapidly, without replying.

It seemed to her abominable that Adams should confess to an admiration for Perry Bridewell, and the generous humanity which she had formerly respected in him now offended her.
"He is not a favourite of mine," she commented indifferently; then moved by a flitting impulse, she added after a pause, "By the way, do you know, I've met his cousin." Adams looked a little mystified as he echoed her remark.
"His cousin ?" But in an instant further light broke upon him.

"Oh, you mean Arnold Kemper!" "I met him at Gerty's," explained Laura, "but I can't say honestly that he particularly appealed to me.

There's something about him--I don't know what--that runs up against my prejudices." Adams laughed.
"I rather fancy the prejudices are more than half gossip," he observed.
"I'd forgotten what I'd heard about him," rejoined Laura, shaking her head.
They had reached a crossing, and he dropped a little behind her while she walked on with the flowing yet energetic step she had inherited from her Southern mother.