How horrid the room looks! Everything is nohow!" added he, looking round at the ornaments and things on the tables, which had lost their air of comfort and good taste.

It was not disorder, and Ethel could not see what he meant.

"What's wrong ?" said she.
"Oh, never mind--you can't do it.

Don't try--you'll only make it worse.
It will never be the same as long as we live." "I wish you would not be so unhappy!" said Ethel.
"Never mind," again said Norman, but he put his arm round her.
"Have you done your Euripides?
Can I help you?
Will you construe it with me, or shall I look out your words ?" "Thank you, I don't mind that.

It is the verses! I want some sense!" said Norman, running his fingers through his hair till it stood on end.
"'Tis such a horrid subject, Coral Islands! As if there was anything to be said about them." "Dear me, Norman, I could say ten thousand things, only I must not tell you what mine are, as yours are not done." "No, don't," said Norman decidedly.
"Did you read the description of them in the Quarterly?
I am sure you might get some ideas there.