I suppose, poor thing, that she is merely a sad adventuress, and it is not the sad adventuresses, but the glad ones, who usually enlist a young man's sympathy.

By the way, I am lunching with the Governor to-morrow." "Is it a party ?" "No, just the family.

That shows how intimate I have become with the Vetches.

Don't tell Cousin Harriet, or she would think I was beginning to corrupt your politics.

But I may use my influence to find out what the Governor intends to do about the strike, and a cousin with a political secret is worth having." With a laugh Stephen went on his way, wondering vaguely what there was about the woman at the window, Mrs.Green Corinna had called her, that made it impossible for him to rid his mind of her?
Glancing back from the end of the block, he saw that Corinna had entered the shop and that the curtains at the upper window had been pushed back again while the dim face of Mrs.Green looked down into the street.