It was David who helped her choose the shades, who insisted on a spray of his favourite lilies of the valley being inserted.

How he had praised her skill and made his little jokes over her industry! But the screen would never be used by him now, and the stitches were put in perfunctorily and with a heavy heart.
Elizabeth had made no answer to David's remark about her gravity.

She was trying to collect her thoughts for the business she had in view; but the next minute a hand was laid upon her work.
"Tell me all about it," he said persuasively.

"Of course I know you and my father have been brewing mischief.

I think I can read your very thoughts," as Elizabeth looked up at him; "you need not try to hide things from me." "I could not if I tried," she returned in a low voice.