"I am so much obliged to you, Mr.Trent, for all you have told me.

It has been most interesting." She held out her hand, and the touch of it sent his heart beating with a most unusual emotion.

He was aghast at the idea of her imminent departure.

He realised that, when she passed out of his gate, she passed into a world where she would be hopelessly lost to him, so he took his courage into his hands, and was very bold indeed.
"You have not told me your name," he reminded her.
She laughed lightly.
"How very unprofessional of me! I ought to have given you a card! For all you know I may be an impostor, indulging an unpardonable curiosity.
My name is Wendermott--Ernestine Wendermott." He repeated it after her.
"Thank you," he said.

"I am beginning to think of some more things which I might have told you." "Why, I should have to write a novel then to get them all in," she said.
"I am sure you have given me all the material I need here." "I am going," he said abruptly, "to ask you something very strange and very presumptuous!" She looked at him in surprise, scarcely understanding what he could mean.
"May I come and see you some time ?" The earnestness of his gaze and the intense anxiety of his tone almost disconcerted her.