Good-night, Mr.Grail.' Both had forgotten the book that was to have been selected.

Thyrza gave her hand as she always did when taking leave of him, save that she could not meet his eyes.

He held it a little longer than usual, then saw her turn and leave the room hurriedly.
An hour later, when Mrs.Grail came into the parlour, Gilbert drew from its envelope and handed to her the letter he had received from Egremont on Christmas Eve.

She read it, and turned round to him with astonishment.
'Why didn't you tell me this, child?
Well now, if I didn't _think_ there was something that night! Have you answered?
Oh no, you're not to answer for a week.' 'What's your advice ?' 'Eh, how that reminds me of your father!' the old lady exclaimed.

'I've heard him speak just with that voice and that look many a time.