She would not rise and depart, for a gathering warmth within encouraged her to await a moment when speech would come to her aid.

It did so at length; her thought found words almost involuntarily.
'Jessie, I'm afraid we shall not do much good if we always spend our mornings like this!' 'Oh, but I thought we'd done enough for to-day.' 'Perhaps so, but--What I want to say is this.

Will you, as a kindness to me, forget these subjects when we are together?
I don't mind what else you talk about, but stories of this kind make me fidgety; I feel as if I should be obliged to get up and run away.' 'Do you really mean it?
You don't like me to talk about gentlemen?
What a queer girl you are, Emily! Why, you're not settling down to be an old maid at your age, are you ?' 'We'll say so; perhaps that explains it.' 'Well, that's queer.

I can't see, myself, what else there is to talk about.

Grammar's all very well when we're children, but it seems to me that what a grown-up girl has to do is to look out for a husband.