Kate gayly touched her plumed-hat; Kate's cavalier bent to his saddle-bow, and then they were gone out of sight among the budding trees.
"Heartless, cold-blooded flirt!" thought the second Miss Danton, apostrophizing the handsomest of his sex.

"I hope his horse may run away with him and break his neck!" But Rose did not mean this, and the ready tears were in her eyes the next instant with pity for herself.
"It's too bad of him--it's too bad to treat me so! He knows I love him, he made me think he loved me; and now to go and act like this.

I'll never stay here and see him marry Kate! I'd rather die first! I will die or do something! I'll run away and become an actress or a nun--I don't care much which.

They're both romantic, and they are what people always do in such cases--at least I have read a great many novels where they did!" mused Miss Danton, still making her circle round the fish-pond.
Grace, calling from one of the windows to a servant passing below, caused her to look towards the house, just in time to see something white flutter from an open bedroom window on the breeze.

The bedroom regions ran all around the third story of Danton Hall--six in each range.