Now she was thrown on the world, and had to depend upon her own hard work.

Then she gave way to an hysterical sob, and Julian--who felt sure that the landlady was listening at the door--could only beg her nervously not to be so down-hearted.
"Whatever success I have," he said to her, "you will share it." "If I thought so!" she sighed, looking down at the floor, and moving the point of her umbrella up and down.

Harriet had saturated her mind with the fiction of penny weeklies, and owed to this training all manner of awkward affectations which she took to be the most becoming manifestations of a susceptible heart.

At times she would express herself in phrases of the most absurdly high-flown kind, and lately she had got into the habit of heaving profound sighs between her sentences.
Julian was not blind to the meaning of all this.

His active employments during the past week had kept his thoughts from brooding on the matter, and he had all but dismissed the trouble it had given him.