Hers I thought to be perhaps more doubtful than yours." "Could I really be of any use to her," asked Ida, after a silence, "with so little free time as I have ?" "Supposing she would welcome you, I really believe you could be of great use.

She is a strange creature, miserably weak in body and mind.
If you could get to regard this as a sort of good work you were called upon to undertake, you would very likely be little less than an angel of mercy to both of them.

Casti is falling into grievous unhappiness--why, you will understand sufficiently if you come to know them." "Do you think she bears malice against me ?" "Of that I know nothing.

Casti said she had never spoken of you in that way.

By-the-by, she still has a scar on her forehead, I often wondered how it came there." Ida winced.
"What a little termagant you must have been!" exclaimed Waymark, laughing.