Their sentiment had set a colour hardly less visible than a material one on surrounding objects, as sentiment must where life is but thought.

Nicholas was as devoted as ever to the fair Christine; but unhappily he too had moods and humours, and the division between them was not closed.
She had no sooner got indoors and sat down to her work-table than her father entered the drawing-room.
She handed him his newspaper; he took it without a word, went and stood on the hearthrug, and flung the paper on the floor.
'Christine, what's the meaning of this terrible story?
I was just on my way to look at the register.' She looked at him without speech.
'You have married--Nicholas Long ?' 'No, father.' 'No?
Can you say no in the face of such facts as I have been put in possession of ?' 'Yes.' 'But--the note you wrote to the rector--and the going to church ?' She briefly explained that their attempt had failed.
'Ah! Then this is what that dancing meant, was it?
By -- -, it makes me -- -.

How long has this been going on, may I ask ?' 'This what ?' 'What, indeed! Why, making him your beau.

Now listen to me.

All's well that ends well; from this day, madam, this moment, he is to be nothing more to you.