"He adores Kenby too, and every now and then he brings me to book with a text from Kenby's gospel." Mrs.March caught her breath.

"Kenby! Do you really think, then, that she--" "Oh, hold on, now! It isn't a question of Mrs.Adding; and I don't say Rose had an eye on poor old Kenby as a step-father.

I merely want you to understand that I'm the object of a divided worship, and that when I'm off duty as an ideal I don't see why I shouldn't have the fun of making Mrs.Adding laugh.

You can't pretend she isn't wrapped up in the boy.
You've said that yourself." "Yes, she's wrapped up in him; she'd give her life for him; but she is so light.

I didn't suppose she was so light; but it's borne in upon me more and more." They were constantly seeing Rose and his mother, in the sort of abeyance the Triscoes had fallen into.