I had withdrawn my hand from his arm, and felt as if the breadth of the frozen ocean was between us.
"Does Mr.Ernest Linwood forget his old friend so easily ?" she asked, in a clear, ringing voice, extending a fair ungloved hand.

"Do you not remember Madge Wildfire, or Meg the Dauntless, as the students used to call me?
Or have I become so civilized and polished that you do not recognize me ?" "I did not indeed," said he, receiving the offered hand with more grace than eagerness, "but it is not so much the fault of _my_ memory, as the marvellous change in yourself.

I must not say improvement, as that would imply that there was a time when you were susceptible of it." "You may say just what you please, for I like frankness and straightforwardness as well as I ever did; better,--a great deal better, for I know its value more.

And you, Ernest, I cannot call you any thing else, you are another and yet the same.

The same stately, statue-like being I used to try in vain to teaze and torment.