The charm of the tone in which he spoke those words subdued her, in spite of herself.
"I am much obliged to your brother," she answered gently, "and very much ashamed of myself for what I said just now." She stole her hand into his, and whispered, "You are so fond of Nugent--I begin to be almost afraid there will be no love left for me." Oscar was enchanted.

"Wait till you see him, and you will be as fond of him as I am," he said.

"Nugent is not like me.

He fascinates people the moment they come in contact with him.

Nobody can resist Nugent." She still held his hand, with a perplexed and saddened face.