"Your natural delicacy will, I am sure, prevent you from seeking to hold conversation with her.

She is very weak, poor thing! I do hope no serious illness will follow on this shock." Thereupon she returned to the sitting-room, where Lilian stood in an anguish of impatience.
"I think I shall manage it, dear," she whispered, in a tone of affectionate encouragement.

"He has consented to see Mr.Quarrier, provided I go first and break the news." "You, Mrs.Wade?
You are going to see Denzil ?" "Dearest girl, leave it all in my hands.

You cannot think what difficulties I have overcome.

If I am allowed to act freely, I shall save you and him." She explained the articles of truce, Lilian listening with distressful hope.
"And I don't think he will interfere with you meanwhile.