Probably this accounted in some measure for her slowness in understanding Christopher, who had made it a point of honour not to open his inmost heart to her.
"Don't the woods look lovely ?" she said cheerfully, pretending not to notice anything.

"I can't help seeing that the trees are beautiful with their gilt leaves, but it goes against my principles to own it, because I do so hate the autumn.

I wish we could change our four seasons for two springs and two summers.

I am so happy in the summer, and still happier in the spring looking forward to it; but I am wretched in the winter because I am cold, and still wretcheder in the autumn thinking that I'm going to be even colder." "Yes; the woods are pretty--very pretty indeed." "I am so glad you have come while the leaves are still on.

I wanted you to see Felicia's home at its very best; and, at its best, it is a home that any woman might be proud of." Mrs.Herbert's lip trembled.