Not that you'll have much sympathy with that particular form of happiness, I know,' he added, smiling, as he put his hand on her shoulder and scanned the next document.
Althea was silent for a moment.

She hardly knew what the odd shock that went through her meant; then she recognised that it was fear.

To see it as that gave her courage; at all events, love Gerald as she did, she would not be a coward for love of him.

The effort was in her voice, making it tremulous, as she said: 'But, Gerald, you know I don't like hunting; you know I think it cruel.' He looked at her; he smiled.

'So do I, you nice dear.' 'But you won't pain me by doing it--you will give it up ?' It was now his turn to look really a little frightened.