As it is, he's ruined.' 'And I repeat,' said Maud, 'that you enjoy the prospect.' 'Nothing of the kind.

If I seem to speak exultantly it's only because my intellect enjoys the clear perception of a fact .-- A little marmalade, Dora; the home-made, please.' 'But this is very sad, Jasper,' said Mrs Milvain, in her half-absent way.

'I suppose they can't even go for a holiday ?' 'Quite out of the question.' 'Not even if you invited them to come here for a week ?' 'Now, mother,' urged Maud, 'THAT'S impossible, you know very well.' 'I thought we might make an effort, dear.

A holiday might mean everything to him.' 'No, no,' fell from Jasper, thoughtfully.

'I don't think you'd get along very well with Mrs Reardon; and then, if her uncle is coming to Mr Yule's, you know, that would be awkward.' 'I suppose it would; though those people would only stay a day or two, Miss Harrow said.' 'Why can't Mr Yule make them friends, those two lots of people ?' asked Dora.