I _do_ so like these white and black houses--wonderful old things.

By-the-by, you treated us very badly last night--you did, indeed; upon my word, now, it really was too bad--running away, and drinking tea with Lady Knollys--so she says.

I really--I should not like to tell you how very savage I felt, particularly considering how very short my time is.' I was a shy, but not a giggling country miss.

I knew I was an heiress; I knew I was somebody.

I was not the least bit in the world conceited, but I think this knowledge helped to give me a certain sense of security and self-possession, which might have been mistaken for dignity or simplicity.
I am sure I looked at him with a fearless enquiry, for he answered my thoughts.
'I do really assure you, Miss Ruthyn, I am quite serious; you have no idea how very much we have missed you.' There was a little pause, and, like a fool, I lowered my eyes, and blushed.
'I--I was thinking of leaving today; I am so unfortunate--my leave is just out--it is so unlucky; but I don't quite know whether my aunt Knollys will allow me to go.' '_I_ ?--certainly, my dear Charlie, _I_ don't want you at all,' exclaimed a voice--Lady Knollys's--briskly, from an open window close by; 'what could put that in your head, dear ?' And in went my cousin's head, and the window shut down.
'She is _such_ an oddity, poor dear Aunt Knollys,' murmured the young man, ever so little put out, and he laughed.