Every one who is any one knows that the Kyneston coronet does not want re-gilding." And then she went on, glancing sideways at him again: "Still, as you know perfectly well, in matters of this kind, these very delicate diplomatic considerations, I do not care whether it is a question of fifty shillings a week or fifty thousand a year.

You once paid me the very great compliment of offering me rank, position, and almost everything that a girl, from the merely material point of view could ask for.

I refused, because I felt certain that you and I did not love each other--however much we may have liked and respected each other--as a man and woman ought to do, unless they become guilty of a great sin against each other.

To put it in a very hackneyed way, we were not each other's affinities.

I had already found mine--and I think, and hope, that you have found yours--and I wish you all the good fortune that you may, and, perhaps, can win." "If is very, very good of you, Miss Marmion; but do you think you could--well, help me a little?
I know I don't deserve it." "No, sir, you do not," she laughed softly, because the other two were coming back on to the lawn.