"That is an ungrateful speech to Providence." "I would rather be ill in body than ill in mind," explained Denzil, blushing, for in some ways he was younger than his years.
"And are you ill in mind ?" asked Miss Priscilla, with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Alas! yes.

Can you cure me ?" "No.

For that cure I shall hand you over to Diana." "Miss Priscilla!" And Lucian coloured again, this time with vexation.
"Oh, Mr.Denzil," laughed the governess, "because I am old you must not imagine that I am blind.

I see that you love Diana." "Better than my life!" cried the devoted lover with much fervour.
"Of course! That is the usual romantic answer to make.

Well, why do you not tell Diana so, with any pretty additions your fancy suggests ?" "She might not listen to me," said this doubting lover dolefully.
"Very true," replied his consoler.