She is beautiful, and at St.Mary's I always thought she had spirit and wit, too.

I only hope Crailey won't see her before the wedding! But it isn't safe for you.

Go along, now, and ask Crailey please to come at three this afternoon." This message from Mr.Gray's betrothed was not all the ill-starred Tom conveyed to his friend.

Mr.Vanrevel was ordinarily esteemed a person of great reserve and discretion; nevertheless there was one man to whom he told everything, and from whom he had no secrets.

He spent the noon hour in feeble attempts to describe to Crailey Gray the outward appearance of Miss Elizabeth Carewe; how she ran like a young Diana; what one felt upon hearing her voice; and he presented in himself an example exhibiting something of the cost of looking in her eyes.