And here beside her went the dear ungainly dog.

She turned her head and smiled at him, the raindrops on her lashes.
'You don't mind the rain, Miss Buchanan ?' said Franklin, who had looked anxiously at the weather, and probably felt himself responsible for not producing an umbrella for a lady's need.
'I like it.' She continued to smile at him.
'Miss Buchanan,' said Franklin, looking at her earnestly and not smiling back, 'I want to say something.

I've seemed egotistic and I've been egotistic.

I've talked only about my own troubles; but I don't believe you wanted to talk about yours, did you ?' Helen, smiling, slightly shook her head.

'And at the same time you've not minded my knowing that you have troubles to bear.' Again she shook her head.