After a while, my lady set us two to play at chess, a game which I had lately learnt at Mr.Gray's suggestion.

Still we did not talk much together, though we were becoming attracted towards each other, I fancy.
"You will play well," said she.

"You have only learnt about six months, have you?
And yet you can nearly beat me, who have been at it as many years." "I began to learn last November.

I remember Mr.Gray's bringing me 'Philidor on Chess,' one very foggy, dismal day." What made her look up so suddenly, with bright inquiry in her eyes?
What made her silent for a moment as if in thought, and then go on with something, I know not what, in quite an altered tone?
My lady and Miss Galindo went on talking, while I sat thinking.

I heard Captain James's name mentioned pretty frequently; and at last my lady put down her work, and said, almost with tears in her eyes: "I could not--I cannot believe it.