Ah, how lovely she looked in her pretty night-dress, on her knees at the bed-side--the innocent, afflicted creature--saying her prayers! I am, let me own, an equally headlong woman at loving and hating.

When I had left her for the night, I could hardly have felt more tenderly interested in her if she had been really a child of my own.

You have met with people of my sort--unless you are a very forbidding person indeed--who have talked to you in the most confidential manner of all their private affairs, on meeting you in a railway carriage, or sitting next to you at a table-d'hote.

For myself, I believe I shall go on running up sudden friendships with strangers to my dying day.

Infamous Dubourg! If I could have got into Browndown that night, I should have liked to have done to him what a Mexican maid of mine (at the Central American period of my career) did to her drunken husband--who was a kind of peddler, dealing in whips and sticks.