"That I acknowledge.
But, regarding me as you do, I wonder you ever had the courage to marry me!" "Well, even _you_ are better than Uncle George," says she.

"Now, go on; is there anyone else?
The Heriots! Who are they?
I heard you speak of them." "Ordinary people; but he shoots.

He is a first-class shot." "Heriot! It reminds me----" Tita grows silent a moment, and now a little flood of colour warms her face.

"I have someone I want to ask, after all," cries she.

"A cousin--Tom Hescott." "A cousin ?" "Yes.