'No man is fair in love;' and he took her fingers lightly in his own.
With her head thrown sideways in the Greuze attitude, she looked a tender reproach at his doubt and pressed his hand.

Stephen returned the pressure threefold, then hastily went off to his father's cottage by the wall of Endelstow Park.
'Elfride, what have you to say to this ?' inquired her father, coming up immediately Stephen had retired.
With feminine quickness she grasped at any straw that would enable her to plead his cause.

'He had told me of it,' she faltered; 'so that it is not a discovery in spite of him.

He was just coming in to tell you.' 'COMING to tell! Why hadn't he already told?
I object as much, if not more, to his underhand concealment of this, than I do to the fact itself.

It looks very much like his making a fool of me, and of you too.
You and he have been about together, and corresponding together, in a way I don't at all approve of--in a most unseemly way.