I don't want to do anything rash.

But it will be all right--I mean, he has told me the truth about everything.

You would be sure of that if you knew him.' Mildred, with hands before her on the table, made the tips of her fingers meet.

Her lips were drawn in; her eyes seemed looking for something minute on the cloth.
'You know,' she said at length, 'I suspected what was going on.

I couldn't help.' 'Of course you couldn't.' 'Naturally I thought it was some one whose acquaintance you had made at the shop.' 'How _could_ I think of marrying any one of that kind ?' 'I should have been grieved.' 'You may believe me, Milly; Mr.Widdowson is a man you will respect and like as soon as you know him.