A long engagement, where everything remains doubtful for years, is so wretched that--oh, if I were a man, I would _never_ try to persuade a girl into that! I think it wrong and cruel.' The stroke was effectual.

Bullivant averted his face, naturally woebegone, and sat for some minutes without speaking.

The bus again drew up; four or five people were about to ascend.
'I will say good-morning, Miss Madden,' he whispered hurriedly.
She gave her hand, glanced at him with embarrassment, and so let him depart.
Ten minutes restored the mood in which she had set out.

Once more she smiled to herself.

Indeed, her head was better for the fresh air and the movement.