The ghost of a smile played about her lips.
"The Lovers' Walk of London! Oh, no." "But indeed yes.

What have you to say against Rosamond's Pond?
Its reputation justifies its romance." "Neither its reputation nor its romance has anything to do with us." "That is as it may be," he rejoined with an ardent glance.

"But you haven't said no.

Rosamond's Pond then to-morrow at sunset--seven o'clock ?" Lavinia was too exhausted in mind and body either to refuse or even to argue.

She felt as she had felt many a time in her childhood that she was simply a waif and stray.