It must give a strange feeling of dignity and importance.' 'Oh, only _two_ hundred! A wretched little sum.' 'You are a person of large ideas, as I have often told you.

Where did you get them, I wonder ?' 'Don't put on that face! It's the one I like least of all your many faces.

It's suspicious.' Mildred went to take off her things, and was quickly at the tea-table.
She had a somewhat graver look than usual, and chose rather to listen than talk.
Not long after tea, when there had been a long and unnatural silence, Mildred making pretence of absorption in a 'Treasury' and her companion standing at the window, whence she threw back furtive glances, the thunder of a postman's knock downstairs caused both of them to start, and look at each other in a conscience-stricken way.
'That may be for me,' said Monica, stepping to the door.

'I'll go and look.' Her conjecture was right.

Another letter from Widdowson, still more alarmed and vehement than the last.