Painfully conscious of this, she exclaimed at length,-- 'I see your opinion of me has suffered.

You don't like this story.

You wonder how I could do such things.' 'Well, dear, I certainly wonder how you could begin,' Mildred made answer, with her natural directness, but gently.

'Afterwards, of course, it was different.

When you had once got to be sure that he was a gentleman--' 'I was sure of that so soon,' exclaimed Monica, her cheeks still red.
'You will understand it much better when you have seen him.' 'You wish me to ?' 'I am going to write now, and say that I will marry him.' They looked long at each other.
'You are--really ?' 'Yes.