Let us go in for a little ineffable joy!' I tried it; I swallowed my rising sobs, I made you my courtesy, I determined I would not be spiteful, nor passionate, nor vengeful, nor anything that is supposed to be particularly feminine.

I was a better girl than you made out--better at least than you thought; but I would let the difference go and do magnificently right, lest I should not do right enough.

I thought of it a deal for six hours when I know I did n't seem to be, and then at last I did it! Santo Dio!" "My dear Miss Light, my dear Miss Light!" said Rowland, pleadingly.
"Since then," the young girl went on, "I have been waiting for the ineffable joys.

They have n't yet turned up!" "Pray listen to me!" Rowland urged.
"Nothing, nothing, nothing has come of it.

I have passed the dreariest month of my life!" "My dear Miss Light, you are a very terrible young lady!" cried Rowland.
"What do you mean by that ?" "A good many things.