How was it suggested to you ?" Constance asked the question so directly, and with so keen a look, that she all but disconcerted the philosopher.
"Oh, it grew out of my reading and observation grew bit by bit--no armed Pallas leaping to sudden life--" "You have worked it out pretty thoroughly." "In outline, yes." Dyce read the newspapers, and walked a little in the garden.

Punctually at eleven, Lady Ogram descended.

The carriage was at the door.
This stately drive, alone with the autocrat of Rivenoak, animated the young man.

He felt that the days of his insignificance were over, that his career--the career so often talked about--had really begun.

A delightful surprise gave piquancy to his sensations; had he cared to tell himself the truth, he would have known that, whatever his self-esteem, he had never quite believed in the brilliant future of which he liked to dream.