He felt strangely uneasy under her eyes this evening, and his self-possession failed him so far as to make it impossible for him to excuse himself.

It did not occur to him to say that he could not drink tea with her on account of having an appointment which he could not break through without the most deplorable results.

He felt himself led by her into one of her drawing rooms, and sitting with his back to the window while her frank eyes remained on his face, asking (so he thought) for the nearest approach to their frankness in response, that a man who has lived in the world of men dare offer to a maiden whose world is within herself.
"Oh, yes! I got the usual notification of the Order of the Bald Eagle," said he, in reply to her inquiry.

"I shall wear it next my heart until I die.

The newspapers announced the honor that had been done to me the same morning." "You cannot keep anything out of the papers," said Phyllis.
"Even if you want to--a condition which doesn't apply to my case," said he.