But I have n't any now--I have given them up." "That makes your acceptance of me very flattering!" Bernard exclaimed, laughing still more gaily.
"I have something better," said Mrs.Vivian, laying her finger-tips on his arm.

"I have confidence." Bernard did his best to encourage this gracious sentiment, and it seemed to him that there was something yet to be done to implant it more firmly in Angela's breast.
"I have a confession to make to you," he said to her one day.

"I wish you would listen to it." "Is it something very horrible ?" Angela asked.
"Something very horrible indeed.

I once did you an injury." "An injury ?" she repeated, in a tone which seemed to reduce the offence to contemptible proportions by simple vagueness of mind about it.
"I don't know what to call it," said Bernard.

"A poor service--an ill-turn." Angela gave a shrug, or rather an imitation of a shrug; for she was not a shrugging person.
"I never knew it." "I misrepresented you to Gordon Wright," Bernard went on.
"Why do you speak to me of him ?" she asked rather sadly.
"Does it displease you ?" She hesitated a little.
"Yes, it displeases me.