My aunt, as I gather from a chance word, takes the least charitable view; I fear that was to be expected.

We, however, _know_ the truth--do we not?
It is sad, but not shameful.

I have no means of hearing anything about the library.

I believe father has been to Lambeth, but he and I do not speak on the subject.

Paula, for some reason, avoids me.' It was one of several letters that arrived that morning.