I came here for quietness, as I always do." "Do forgive me! I thought--to tell the truth, it was my uncle--I had spoken of you to him, and he said he should so much like to meet you." "It really doesn't matter; but I look rather like the woman who comes to buy old dresses, don't I ?" Ivy laughed.
"Of course not!" "And what if I do ?" exclaimed the other, seating herself by the fire.
"I don't know that I've any claim to look better than Mrs.Moss.

I suppose she and I are about on a level in understanding and education, if the truth were told.

Your uncle would see that, of course." "Now, don't--don't!" pleaded Ivy, bending over the chair and stroking her friend's shoulder.

"It's so wrong of you, dear.

My father and Uncle Eustace are both quite capable of judging you rightly." "What did you tell him about me--your uncle ?" asked Serena, pettishly.
"That you were my friend, and that we read together"---- "Oh, of course! What else ?" Ivy faltered.
"I explained who you were." "That I had a ridiculous name, and was the daughter of silly people!" "Oh, it _is_ unkind of you!" "Well, and what else?
I insist on knowing, Ivy." "Indeed, I didn't say one word that you mightn't have heard yourself.