'Really I don't deserve your gratitude,' she said.

'I did not know you were there.' 'I know you did not--that's why the avowal is so sweet to me.

Can I take you at your word ?' 'Yes, I suppose.' 'Then your preference is the greatest honour that has ever fallen to my lot.

It is enough: you accept me ?' 'As a lover on probation--no more.' The conversation being carried on in low tones, Paula's uncle and aunt took it as a hint that their presence could be spared, and severally left the room--the former gladly, the latter with some vexation.
Charlotte De Stancy followed.
'And to what am I indebted for this happy change ?' inquired De Stancy, as soon as they were alone.
'You shouldn't look a gift-horse in the mouth,' she replied brusquely, and with tears in her eyes for one gone.
'You mistake my motive.

I am like a reprieved criminal, and can scarcely believe the news.' 'You shouldn't say that to me, or I shall begin to think I have been too kind,' she answered, some of the archness of her manner returning.