We felicitate Mr.Eldon.' Mrs.Waltham's hands trembled as she doubled the sheet: there was a gleam of pleasure on her face.
'Give me the paper when you have done with it,' she said.
Alfred laughed, and whistled a tune as he continued the perusal of Mr.
Keene's political and social intelligence, on the whole as trustworthy as the style in which it was written was terse and elegant.

Adela, finding she could feign indifference no longer, went from the room.
'Where did you get this ?' Mrs.Waltham asked with eagerness as soon as the girl was gone.
'From the writer himself,' Alfred replied, visibly proud of his intimacy with a man of letters.

'Fellow called Keene.

Had a long talk with him.' 'About this ?' 'Oh, no.

I've only just come across it.