Cristel had laid me under an obligation to her good influence for which I felt sincerely grateful--she had made me laugh, for the first time since my return to England.
"We needn't say good-night just yet," I suggested; "I want to hear a little more about you.

Shall I come in ?" She stepped out of the doorway even more rapidly than she had stepped into it.

I might have been mistaken, but I thought Cristel seemed to be actually alarmed by my proposal.

We walked up and down the river-bank.

On every occasion when we approached the cottage, I detected her in stealing a look at the ugly modern part of it.