But he was sorry to see how her lips trembled.
"Oh no--no, you must not tempt me," very hurriedly; "it is quite--quite impossible.

I must not think of it for a moment, Malcolm," trying to speak calmly.

"I am so grateful to you for not speaking of this before mother; it would trouble her so, and quite spoil her pleasure; mother is so sharp, she always finds out things, and she would know at once that I should like to go to the Wood House." "Then I was right when I told Miss Elizabeth so," returned Malcolm.

"It is just the place you would like, Anna; I know you would be happy with those kind women." "I do not doubt it for a moment," and Anna's voice was rather melancholy.

"I should so love to know your friends, Malcolm; it all sounds so lovely, and you would be near, and--and it was so dear of Miss Elizabeth to think of it.