Well, it's worth going in for, after all, isn't it?
I am only just beginning to live." "And I, too!" The meal was over.

Denzil walked round the table and bent to lay his cheek against Lilian's.
"I admire you more than ever," he whispered, half laughing.

"What a reserve of energy in this timid little girl! Wait and see; who knows what sort of table you will preside at some day?
I have found my vocation, and there's no saying how far it will lead me.

Heavens! what a speech I'll give them at the Public Hall! It's bubbling over in me.

I could stand up and thunder for three or four hours!" They gossiped a little longer, then Lilian went to prepare for her call upon Mrs.Powell, and Quarrier retired to the library.