When I first saw her at the railway-station, I thought she was a child, and the impression somehow remains upon my mind.

Too often I talk to her as one.

As to anything else--were I to marry to-morrow, it is not Lucy Tempest I should make my wife." The first glad look that Lionel had seen on Lady Verner's face for many a day came over it then.

In her own mind she had been weaving a pretty little romance for Lionel; and it was her dread, lest that romance should be interfered with, which had called up her fears, touching Lucy Tempest.
"My darling Lionel, you know where you might go and choose a wife," she said.

"I have long wished that you would do it.