"Have you?
Where ?" "You'd never guess.

It sounds too romantic--too incredible--for belief.
Even the hackneyed truism, 'Truth is stranger than fiction,' will hardly suffice to conquer one's astonishment--yet true it is.

Do you recollect the Reverend Mr.Rashleigh's story at the dinner-party, the other day--that incredible tale of his abduction and the mysterious marriage of the two masks ?" "I recollect--yes." "He spoke of the bride, you remember--described her as small and slender, with a profusion of fair, curling hair." "Yes--yes--yes!" "Guy," fixing her powerful black eyes on his face, "do you need to be told who that masked bride was ?" "Mollie Dane!" cried the doctor, impetuously.
"Mollie Dane," said Mrs.Walraven, calmly.
"By Jove!" Dr.Oleander sat for a instant perfectly aghast.
"I only wonder it did not strike you at the time.

It struck me, and I whispered my suspicion in her ear as we passed into the drawing-room.
But she is a perfect actress.

Neither start nor look betrayed her.