Mrs.March watched her from her pillow keeping the girl's unoccupied hand in her own, and softly pressing it till the storm was past sufficiently to allow her to be heard.
Then she said, "Men are very strange--the best of them.

And from the very fact that he was disappointed, he would be all the more apt to rush into a flirtation with somebody else." Miss Triscoe took down her handkerchief from a face that had certainly not been beautified by grief.

"I didn't blame him for the flirting; or not so much.

It was his keeping it from me afterwards.

He ought to have told me the very first instant we were engaged.